They All Fall Down

They All Fall Down

the sound

tap, tap, tap, leaves falling on the tin

the season


the sound

wind blowing and whistling, trees swaying and talking

the smell

fresh, crisp and clean

season changing

the sound

the leaves falling everywhere

surrounded by them

they all fall down


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