Trisha loves the trees.
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She likes to watch the leaves,
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in the wispy, windy breeze.
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She loves the autumn tones
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with their orange, red, and
yellow zones.
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She piles the leaves up high,
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then runs and jumps up
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towards the sky.
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She likes the sound,
that the fallen leaves make,
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when she pulls them with
a metal rake.
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The leaves crunch and crackle
beneath her feet,
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the smell of the grape vines
are fragrant sweet.
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The air is brisk and clear,
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Trisha’s face is
vivacious,
smiling, and dear.
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