Wishing it was fall to see the beautiful sight
The sight of wonderful
Amazing
Glorious
Sweet scented
Sycamore leafs
They all so beautiful
Like a soul dancing with the gods
They sway in the wind
Beautiful little leafs
Descending to the ground
To lay and rest
To crumble
Oh that sound makes me shrivel
Its such a glorious sound
The crunch that releases the smell
The sweet smell
like Sycamore syrup
So sweet and tasty
but now i relies
Im really hungry
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