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Falling Days
The trees cry.
Leaving behind their colorful tears.
Tears that reflect the colors of fire.
As our surroundings die, we all admire.
Admire the color of the flame colored tears.
The wind whistles
while the leaves rustle.
The earthy look of the tree trunks combines well with the blood red leaves.
As the sweet orange leaves fall,
the golden leaves become the brightest of them all.
As much grace and beauty they show,
the wind combines all the colors to make a fire tornado.
A tornado that surprises us.
The secret meaning behind it all is beauty can sometimes surprise us when we are unaware.
-Snow that flutters down like feathers