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by Mirai Das

Autumn leaves come and go.

Beautiful colors blossom and bloom.

We must savor this beauty and the weather.

Because soon winter will come,

all will be gone.

No leaves on the trees,

no warmth in the air.

Feels as if all is left is sorrow and despair.

But for now we can be grateful for all the beauty.

Listen to the crackle and crunch of the leaves that have already fallen,

breathe in the air, and feel the crisp of it.

Feel all of the last bits of warmth in the air.

Such little time to sit and enjoy,

but we will meet again next year, 

and many years to come.