The wind blows cold.
The trees sway in the autumn breeze.
Fall is almost here.
I can feel it.
Soon, the bears will go into hibernation.
And the winter owls,
As white as snow,
Will come out at night.
The leaves will change,
And become a thousand shining rainbows in the trees.
And the sweltering days will feel as cold as ice.
Soon the forest will grow quiet at night,
You won’t even hear one single breath from the trees.
The woods will soon go into a forever sleep until spring.
Soon, the night will hold a million starlights in its grasp of the night sky.
People will come together,
And dance around the fire.
Telling the story of Autumn's tale.
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