Fall, by ~Angela~ Subscribe to rss feed for ~Angela~

the colorful time of year is when GOD likes to paint, 
its so breathtaking that you want to faint. 

this is the prettiest time of year, 
and the time of its presence is near. 

when you think of fall, 
you think of the trees growing tall. 

but the real story behind it, 
is when the trees get lit. 

but there would be no fall, 
if the trees hadn't grown tall. 

and that way they can FALL to the ground, 
and gather the empty streets all around.
Posted: 2011-02-23 04:15:18 UTC

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