Fall


On a warm autumn evening


When the sun bursts into fiery orange


A flurry dances into view


A swarm decorated with vivid shades


Of crimson and golden-brown and all in between


Saying their good-byes to the once-sturdy oak tree


Whose tired limbs are losing the battle against time


And will soon fall with the leaves.

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