You would love the Leaves in the fall
By: Cassidy Garner
You would love the leaves in the fall. I saw you chase one on the street as the wind blew it past you.You would love the leaves in the fall except where were going the trees cling to their leaves all year long. I wonder if this is a good or bad thing. A place that doesn’t experience every season, every change with it. I wonder if our souls will grow in a place that remains the same. I wonder what will come, what will be. When the fall comes and there are no leaves. Leaves in the fall, oh how I love life's little simplicities. You would love the leaves the fall you see, but where we're going they’ll be no leaves.
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