Autumn
When autumn comes upon us,
And Mother Nature undresses the trees,
Stripping them of their rainbow leaves,
And winds begin to blow cold,
And days grow shorter and shorter,
And birds prepare to migrate south,
And Thanksgiving season fills the air,
With horns of plenty everywhere,
And children stay inside to play,
We know that winter’s on its way.
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All rights reserved
When autumn comes upon us,
And Mother Nature undresses the trees,
Stripping them of their rainbow leaves,
And winds begin to blow cold,
And days grow shorter and shorter,
And birds prepare to migrate south,
And Thanksgiving season fills the air,
With horns of plenty everywhere,
And children stay inside to play,
We know that winter’s on its way.
Copyright © 2005 Acts238lady
All rights reserved
