The
Leaves of Change
The season of cold winds and
colors changing is hitting the world
A time where you learn to
appreciate what one is given
People feel as they are
surrounded by happiness and mystery
Fall gives a message of happiness
and thankfulness
Autumn seems to come at the right
time; it is just so kind
The pumpkins carved, the leaves
colorful, the time of change
The feelings and grand emotion I
have for this time they never change
The way one feels about the
season is the feeling that you are out of this world
The feeling that a person has in
the fall is just one of a kind
You just want to take it all in
it is hard to give
The holidays of tricks,
exploration, and thankfulness
This time of change seems all so
obvious but more so a mystery
The times in fall known for
history seems like they are really a mystery
During the time of fall there a
major range of change
The feeling of Apples being
picked is a feeling of thankfulness
It is as the crop is something
different, not from this world
I take advantage of those
outrageous and gratifying opportunities given
The season so kind
The pumpkin’s faces amuse all
people at least the humorous kind
The feeling that it gives the
children of the world that is no mystery
The feeling makes one grateful
for it to be graciously given
The boys and girls are able to
grow and change
The seasons of whirl winds makes
a grateful world
I never think of it but I am
thankful
The season of fall, that is what
makes me thankful
The season is been able to be one
of a kind
It makes me feel as the luckiest person
in the world
I feel though the season still
has something to be figured out a mystery
These feelings though feel lame
that they need to change
The time excites me because it is
the time I give
Some ask what I give
I give so much of me, I give the
thankfulness
I give those of meek and weak a
chance of change
I give hope and dreams to those
who are kind
I give the answers to the mystery
I give all I have, I give my
world
The change that I reflected on I
will give
The world will shower me with
thankfulness
I am like the season of fall; I
am a kind soul with a mystery
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