As the gentle wisps of wind carry the coloring leaves of fall to their resting places among the sidewalks in each little town and along the winding forest paths the birds melodies grow fainter and the crickets song disappears.
We huddle up inside our warm houses to escape the cold nights and frosty mornings, the animals burrow down in their cozy havens and the cranes fly south to escape the coming snow.
The hot summer days are gone and the children are back in school, staring wistfully out their classroom windows in longing for their freedom to return. When the mornings come and the frost has topped the soft grasses we are given a taste of the coming winter months and the fresh wonderland the snow can bring.
We huddle up inside our warm houses to escape the cold nights and frosty mornings, the animals burrow down in their cozy havens and the cranes fly south to escape the coming snow.
The hot summer days are gone and the children are back in school, staring wistfully out their classroom windows in longing for their freedom to return. When the mornings come and the frost has topped the soft grasses we are given a taste of the coming winter months and the fresh wonderland the snow can bring.
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