All of the tree leaves are about to turn yellow and brown.
The sky turned a hue of gray before the rain came down.
After the rain, I went on a stroll in the park one Indian Summer's day.
I looked to my left to see the playground and I watch the children at play.
I glimpsed to my right to see a squirrel running up the trunk of an old oak tree.
I watched as the squirrel collected nuts, but when he saw me he turned to flee.
I knew there was a pond up ahead with empty woods beyond
As I walked along the hiking path, I came upon the small pond.
I watched as the ducks and geese came out to swim and play.
As I continued to walk, a song soon came to me on this day.
The lines of one of my favorite songs began to play in my mind, but they soon became intertwined
When I got home, the first three lines to the song; 'California Dreaming', soon came to my mind.
The song, California Dreamin’, I heard sung by a singer I liked. The song went like this; 'All the leaves are brown. And they sky is grey. I went for a walk on a winters day.’
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