|"A child is born with a heart of gold. The way of the world make his heart turn cold."
-Earth, Wind and Fire
|Children on swings|
Fall is my favorite time of year.
Slowly everywhere its beautiful colors appear.
Ironically, no one seems to mind,
That some leaves are of a different kind,
But, thats just fine.
The fields and forests somehow all seem to blend,
Powerfully, producing one magnificent scene.
We come together with our art, conversation, and cuisine,
Just like the fall,
To show you why there is unity in diversity in us all.