Autumn Wonders
Oh, the breeze does blow, in the saphire sky
Trees aglow, reslembling fire.
Leaves flutter to the ground, so softly, so free, in the warm air, landing
in silence. Scattering, & forming hills, forming mounds, some small, some higher. The rivers run, as in the Summer sparkling and glistening, in the sun, although colder the water has become. A sure sign of the coming Winter.
Trees aglow, reslembling fire.
Leaves flutter to the ground, so softly, so free, in the warm air, landing
in silence. Scattering, & forming hills, forming mounds, some small, some higher. The rivers run, as in the Summer sparkling and glistening, in the sun, although colder the water has become. A sure sign of the coming Winter.
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