Its raining today
There's no Libra sun
The sky is gray
And the Summer is gone
But all is not lost
For Autumn is here
My favourite season
of the whole year
When the leaves turn golden
Against a clear blue sky
There's a frost in the air
so the ground is quite dry
There's a smell of decay
from the leaves on the ground
children jump on the leaves
making a crunching sound
You can hear them laughing
as they run here and there
looking for conkers
their size they'll compare
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