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(composed
by Alice V.)
Crimson leaves drift softly to the ground,
Whispers of the wind the only sound.
Golden light through branches streams,
Touching the earth with gilded dreams.
Crisp air dances, cool yet kind,
Awakening the heart and mind.
Shadows stretch as daylight wanes,
A gentle hush falls over plains.
Pumpkin scents and smoky skies,
Nature paints where wonder lies.
Eyes behold the fleeting flame,
Autumn’s beauty calls my name.
