A Change Of Seasons
There is beauty found in dying
when Autumn dons her velvet gown—
A pastel landscape underlying
when Autumn strolls through town.
When Autumn dons her velvet gown,
deep colors in her skirt unfold.
When Autumn strolls through town,
the leaves turn crimson, brown, and gold.
Deep colors in her skirt unfold.
The leaves turn crimson, brown, and gold
when Autumn unbraids her copper tresses.
A pastel landscape underlying.
When Autumn unbraids her copper tresses,
there is beauty found in dying.
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