Seasons 

Frail leaves fall, brown and yellow

Swept away by the living breeze

That changes all that it brushes against

And carries with it the smells of autumn.

The tender ones blow away

And the trees become barren

A bleak scene left before the snow falls.

And then, Spring. 

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