Autumn leaves spread far in curious nature,
The cluster of memorable landscape rearranges,
Bursting with splendor in dark and stormy air,
At best, autumn reinforce the season's changes.
When autumn make the usual contribution,
The fallen leaves appears in full swing,
They come swirling down from top of the trees,
And rest from flight in the cool wind.
They pile up on the side of the pavement,
The abundance of colors turning half green,
Withered botany unite in our environment,
In hedges and where the dark streets bend.
Near the door, near the window, near the fire
Autumn expose winnowing leaves beneath the trees,
Blend with the seasons changing atmosphere,
With old age the crisping colors in beauty chase.
When they fall and dully fade from their beauty,
Extinguished but not forgotten, waiting leaves,
Oak turn brown, stood loitering in a solitary way,
With haste gathered like wheat in the sheaves.
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