Fall

The leaves are changing
As well as I
My friends are grieving
For I will soon die
My hair is turning grey
Like clouds on a rainy day
My skin is rough
Like bark on the trees
Times are getting tough
But I stop to enjoy the breeze
When I go do not weep
For I will be inches deep

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Fathom]

This poem reminds me of a poem by Thomas Campbell. In the poem he beautifully describes the circumstances with the happenings of nature around him. Really great.

[Emily]

I love Thomas Campbell! Thank you so much!