Hail the days of fall
Death most beautiful
First greens are now gold
Summer’s story told
Red forests afire
Autumn’s silent pyre
Leaves ablaze so bright
Prepared to take flight
Wind, rain, gravity
Work to pull them free
Hear the quiet gasp
As they lose their grasp
Fallen dry piles brown
Return to the ground
Spring branches will sway
Renewed by this decay
The cycle returns
Life and Death take turns
Hail the days of fall
Death most beautiful
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