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November Rains
The trees as if in sorrow, I call it November rain
Cry do the branches but tears do not pertain
With the floor covered in sheets of brightly faded paint
Gusts of winds make the leaves to drift and acquaint
As the sunlight slips through the nakedness of Mother Nature
Replenishing is the air like none of its neighbors
The slight breeze provoking even the saplings to clash
The victory of one ends the battle with a colorful splash
The maple leaves whisper as they know is farewell
To join the others below to move on and to dwell
Until next term, the woods surrender to plane
The trees as if in sorrow, I call it November rain
© Curtis Roote
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Cry do the branches but tears do not pertain
With the floor covered in sheets of brightly faded paint
Gusts of winds make the leaves to drift and acquaint
As the sunlight slips through the nakedness of Mother Nature
Replenishing is the air like none of its neighbors
The slight breeze provoking even the saplings to clash
The victory of one ends the battle with a colorful splash
The maple leaves whisper as they know is farewell
To join the others below to move on and to dwell
Until next term, the woods surrender to plane
The trees as if in sorrow, I call it November rain
© Curtis Roote
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Published 31st Oct 2012
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