When the sun was slowly setting,
It arrived at quite a thought.
It let go of the sky, for just a moment,
And down through the air it fought.
It raced among the greenest trees,
Setting them all ablaze.
Their softest leaves turn crimson red,
And erupted into different shades.
The forest was on fire,
As leaves crinkled out and dried.
And the chill set in that was left behind,
After the sun raced back to the sky.
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