The last days of summer
Nearing to winter
Long lazy days
Remembered as they fade.
Life folds and withers
As for the cold, all prepares
Blown in a gentle breeze
To a place they cannot see.
Hiding and tucked away
To await a new day
Unfolding and renewing
As to life returning.
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