Crunch crunch crunch

Crunch. Crunch… CRUNCH!!!
The sound of the leaves beneath my feet.
I used to despise leaves as kid,
My chore to pick them up.

But out here amidst fall:
they are like drums,
guitar strings,
sirens,
anything and everything
to make music

With my Feet!

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