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Megan S. was born January 1994 in a rural Northern town in Indiana. The scenery that she saw when she looked out her window helped inspire her to write this poem. She plans to attend college after graduation.

Leaves by: Megan S.

Leaves fall slowly down around. They come in all shapes and sizes, a beautiful landscape picture, it comprises. Red, orange, yellow, and brown they form a blanket on the ground. The tree beside me advises to savor when the situation arises,  all the leaves falling gracefully to the ground.

The crunching sound they make, is like no other when walking amongst the trees  on a scattered lawn. To hear it on a dark, dreary night makes me shutter. <span style="color: #008080; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">I can't help but marvel at the leaves, <span style="color: #008080; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">because soon they will all be gone. media type="file" key="WS310225.WMA" width="157" height="104" APESPoetry