NATURE Poem: Falling Future for Fawn Leaves, by Serene Chang

As the soft-spoken summer sun passed by,
The warm weather starts to wither,
Changing the moods around the trees and leaves.

When the sick sun leaves, and the morning moon takes over,
Like a mood ring, the leaves do change their cover.
Not knowing their fortune,
Like the magic crystal balls do,
The prophets—the know-it-all’s—tune.

Humming with the wind, the sound of the leaves sway.
A quick flutter comes by,
And all the fawn leaves fall.

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