Summer's gone, she crept away unnoticed
The Autumn morn, crisp and bright is here
The mighty oak - her leaves are slowly falling
Their rustling sound's like music to my ears.
I stand back and then take in their beauty
The Autumn leaves of yellow, red and gold.
I close my eyes - the wind is gently blowing
The gathering leaves are nestling round my feet.
I want to dance and savour this great moment
When nature shares the secrets that she holds
Before she comes and snatches back this beauty
And leaves Winter, with it's bleakness and it's cold.
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