The morning is arriving while night edges away
So much beauty and color are part of the new day
Autumn is with us ; she brings us much cheer
Colorful are the tones she's paints on all here
The trees are now golden with the coming of Fall
Everything's changing, both the great and the small
With the season of harvest some things must die
While others are gathering to say their good bye
The cold winter is sleeping but soon she'll awake
When Autumn is finished with the route she must take
Fearful and haunting the wind whispers: it is time
For the poets to come out with their sombering rhyme
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