by sweety

Created on: March 18, 2009

Floating gently to the ground
They were falling all around.
Oh so beautiful, a sight to see
A show of nature just for me.
The wind was blowing, oh so mild
Creating such beauty out in the wild.
The sky was full with a look of gold
One of those looks that could never be sold.
When winter comes, the trees are bare
It gives a look, like they don't care.
This is a look that will subside
Cause in the spring, God will provide.

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