Fall BalletIn fall the leaves are dancingIn the newly cool, crisp breeze,Tumbling, skipping, flipping,As they throw themselves from trees.Twirling, whirling dancers,Give performances each day,Floating gracefully to earth,In a circular ballet.And as they land together,Making not a sound,They form a comfy quilt,For the hardening winter ground.
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