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I awoke this morning to frost on the ground.
It lay on the rooftops and came without sound.
The leaves on the bushes were shrinking in fear.
Their season was over and death was now near.
The hot son rose with its rays so deep.
The wind blew the leaves in a rustling heap.
Red ones, pink ones and yellow ones too-
Danced in the air as they picked up the dew.
The smothering frost soon melted away.
Waiting to come another winter day.
The leaves on the bushes relaxed with a smile.
Their lives would continue another short while!! …