Autumn's Song, A Rendering
Brilliant Analogy, that will never change
Reds and golds, in fine splendor,
All fall together, as the rain..
This fine scene, all to render.
As each year, in its refrain.
A time of wonder, a time of delight,
brilliance beyond compare, so bright.
As a death, would have it, by the Fall,
Its reawakening, is shared by all.
To be reborn and this so soon,
making spirits to all soar, then balloon,
by the light of a harvest moon.
Autumn's hold is grand, in deed,
with eager thoughts, we will concede,,
making trees' last stand, to plead..
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