Multicolored turning leaves
Coloring the mountain above
The Lord's tapestry he weaves
A time of the year I love
Vivid bright colors surround
Temperatures beginning to drop
Leaves litter the ground
Cycle of the seasons unable to stop
Summer come and gone
Preparing for winter's icy chill
Time constantly moving on
Awaiting the first snowfall's thrill
Into the mirror, I look everyday
Watching my beard turn to gray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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