'Twas the time when the first crisp of autumn touches me
It smelled of pinecones, maple, pumpkin and honey
'Twas the time when everything is a golden
And the only thing that's strangely out of place are Evergreen.
'Twas the time when golden leaves kissed the beaten pavement
Piling like a fresh parchment that ground crunches as I paced.
'Twas the time when the hollowed oak whistled a happy tune
And came out an auburn sparrow – fresh from its cocoon.
'Twas the time when Mister Ol' Willow softly creaked
As old as Methuselah but roots are Samson – could never break.
'Twas when the warm beams of light bathe in the swan-filled lake
It's glistening as swan hovers down to find their mates.
'Twas the time when butterflies leaped from flowers to the other
And bees came zooming buzzing like a boss with an order
'Twas the time when deer and fawns pranced down the meadow
And different species across the forest lurking behind the shadows.
'Twas the time when the nearby village sings
A lively sceneries since I was born – it never changed.
'Twas when I jumped merrily and stumble down the mischievous log
And I landed down the winding road, been rested by an outlandish fog.
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PoetryCOMPLETED - Ranked as #27 in environment and #16 in globalwarming I dedicated this poem to the Amazon Fire and to Mother Earth. "It's not about the number of warrior... it's about what we're fighting for"
