Springing to life, these glorious days,
Autumn still shows its soft chilling ways.
Amidst all the confusion of the summer divine,
Again and again till the end of time.
Slender shrubbery entwining down,
Now spurned and cast off on the ground.
The cold, the wet, the dew they endure,
But gleaming and golden, still living for sure.
Why dost thou have to go?
Bringing back the chilling ice and snow.
Fading, now fetching the things I hate,
A whole other year's too long to wait.
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This was absolutely wonderful. It was great to read and a pleasure to know that such a young girl displays such natural talent. I give you my highest praise possible for your talent at your age. I wish I had been half as good. Lovely. GW62