Shadows shifting
Fleeting across
The ground
Leaves falling
Floating softly,
Floating down
Wind blowing
Speaking in
Silent tones
Streams murmuring,
Rippling, gurgling
Over stones
Clouds blowing
Tumbling past
The falling sun
Fading light
On sparkling
Waters run
Trees swaying
A hint of fall
In golden color
The season changes
Crowned with
Glowing splendor
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