Trees are undressing before my eyes
Although whats to come is no surprise
Colorful trees that sore so high
With leaves glistening bright in the sky
They dance with the wind
and away they fly
Parting with the trees
they say their final goodbye
The trees stand bare
wearing close to nothing but a grin
Releasing a sigh
fore they have shed their Summers skin
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