Buried in the leaves By May
Walking down the track
Coloured leaves beneath our feet
Nobody around.
Falling on our knees
Trees bare with nothing on
The crunch of the ground.
Orange, red and brown
They’re the colours on the ground
The fire goes out.
It becomes dark
Fireworks are coming out
Dogs barking, loud.
Cats scatter around,
Boom, bang! go the fireworks
Pink, blue, red and green.
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