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In Autumn's soft embrace, the world transforms, 

A canvas painted with hues, nature performs. 

A symphony of russet, gold, and red, 

Leaves pirouette, their final dance widespread.


As whispers of wind in the rustling trees,

Echo tales of secrets carried with ease. 

The sun casts its amber, a wistful glow, 

Upon landscapes where dreams and memories sow.


Amidst the orchards, ripe fruits descend, 

In baskets, the harvest – a season's sweet blend. 

The fragrance of spices, the pumpkin's delight, 

Fills the air, a comforting, heartwarming sight.


The daylight wanes, the nights grow long, 

A chill in the air, a whispered song. 

The earth prepares for a slumber's embrace, 

In quiet repose, a serene, hallowed space.


Through misty morns and the twilight's gleam, 

Autumn's magic, a poet's dream.

 A gentle transition, a bittersweet adieu, 

Nature's grandeur in every hue.


The geese take flight in a V-shaped parade, 

Heading southward, a journey well-made. 

The cozy fireside, a place to share, 

Stories, laughter, and tender care.


In this season of change, a time of reflection,

 Nature's artistry, a divine connection. 

A chapter closing, yet promises anew,

 Autumn, a treasure, in its golden debut.


So, let's embrace this season's grace, 

In its elegance, a cherished place. 

For Autumn's beauty, in its timeless art, 

Resides in every grateful heart.


The trees, once dressed in emerald green, 

Now don their gowns of amber and sheen, 

A symphony of rustling leaves they play, 

In the whispered winds of a fall day.


Beneath the canopy of auburn hues,

 A world awakens, as the daylight diffuses,

 Crimson sunsets paint the evening sky, 

As daylight and dusk in harmony lie.


In the meadows, the flowers softly weep,

 As they prepare for their winter sleep, 

The world quiets down, it's time to rest, 

In the gentle cradle of Autumn's heart.


The sun's tender touch upon the earth grows mild,

 Casting its warm glow, a radiance soft and wild.

 The days grow shorter, the nights, a touch of chill, 

  Yet, autumn's beauty, serene, lingers still.


The trees sway gracefully, shedding leaves like tears, 

Each one a tale, dancing down in elegant spheres. 

A mosaic of colors, scattered on the ground, 

Nature's artwork, a masterpiece profound.


The air carries scents of harvest and hearth,

 Familiar fragrances, linking past and earth. 

Apples and pumpkins, cinnamon and spice,

 Autumn's aromatic symphony, a sensory paradise.


A symphony of rustling leaves, 

Nature's orchestra never grieves. 

A solemn beauty, so serene, 

In every corner, a wistful scene.


A gentle chill upon the air,

 A fragrance sweet, beyond compare. 

The majestic moon in velvet sky, 

Casting its glow, a lullaby.


Oh, for those who were born in this season,

I am one of those people born in autumn.

Autumn's beauty leaves me speechless and in awe,

I am grateful for this magneficent season to be existing.


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