Autumn – By Mohtadi Alkhaliq

Summer has passed, fall has come,

Tree leaves falling one by one.

Red leaves, gold leaves falling too,

Spinning and twirling as the wind blew

Waiting for the next one to fall from a tree,

I setup a picnic and drank my tea.

Thinking what I’d do for my day,

I remembered, It was time to pray.

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