While Mother Nature wears her cloak of gold
all interspersed with many shades of red,
just like an artists brush with strokes so bold
she paints the landscape now that Summer’s fled
The farmers harvest fields of golden grain
and ripened apples hang on every tree,
the land is kissed by gentle Autumn rain
to emphasize the beauty that we see
A russet carpet lays upon the ground
protection from the Winter’s bitter cold.
all life below will sleep without a sound
as Autumn days release their fiery hold
The sun grows cool and Autumn’s days must end
a biting Winter’s chill will soon descend
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