I really don't know how to write poetry, but here goes!
All around me leaves fall to the ground,
Falling softly, they don't make a sound.
I wish I could be just like a tree in fall,
Colorful, bold, and oh so tall.
The colors range from brown to red,
The leaves all dance above my head.
The leaves all fall dead by the end of the day,
I look forward to the new leaves sprouting next May.
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