My treetops poem

My treetops poem

Red leaves
Hang on the branches

Standing still
No wind’s blowing

Oh

I’m sitting
Here

Looking at the little flurry clouds

Somehow

Its kind of like

A glass of blue sky

Which

GOD did some spreading the clouds
To let the sunshine comes out

And

Angels were climbing down

On the green green grass

Singing a love song

While

I’m strumming along my romantic poetry

The moment I’ll see

The treetops will dance in thousand autumn breezes

After that

More leaves will fall

Then

Everything’s gonna be dead

In the season of winter

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