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Golden,crisp leaves falling softly from almost
bare trees,
Lifting and falling in a hushed gentle breeze,
Slowly dropping to the soft cushioned ground,
Whispering and rustling a soothing sound.
Coppers,golds and rusted vines,
Mother Nature's way of letting go
They fall and gather one by one,
Autumn is here,summer is gone.
Crunching as I walk through their warm fiery
glow,
Nature's carpet rich and pure that again shall
grow,
To protect and shield its majestic tree,
Standing tall and strong for the wold to see.
The rise and fall in the cool,crisp air.
Its time of change in this wold we share,
Nature's importance reflecting our own lives,
Letting go of our fears and again,too,we shall,
thrive.
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