Ah yes, the Autumn air;
I can feel the brisk wind blow.
Before the leaves,
start to fall off the trees,
it's orange, red, and brown colors,
start to show.
(Mm-mm)
I can smell the cinnamon,
from the pumpkin pie.
'So move over apples.
It's no longer the Forth of July'.
Even as you see the sky,
you can see a change in the weather.
Time to wear,
a long pair of pants,
and take out the light warm sweater.
Soon Thanksgiving will be here,
and we will be with our family.
Oh, Autumn is so beautiful.
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It's to bad we don't that in Miami
The beauty of nature !
I go there every day,
there I am invincible
No humans to block
my sunshine away
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I walk with my
head to the skies
watch the leaves
sway in the wind
watch the mountains
way up high
listen to the bird fly ,
squirrels tail spin
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I am one with nature,
Bugs can’t get me down
I see the clouds
dancing in the sky
Here away from the city
I never frown
Dashing deers
alway seem to hide
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I may be invisible
for a few hours i know
but thats just fine with me
Because those are the
few glorious moments
that Mother Earth
sets my soul free
the crisp fall air ,the trees changing colors,**the cold,cold nights gives way to holding each other tight*the miami heat cannot compare to cold crisp winter air.being with you in this type of winter cold*reminds me of us together growing old
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