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A poem with a deeper meaning, for lovers of nature |
| Rejoice in Autumn's glory The Artist's gift divine Magnificent the merging hues Of heavenly design While creatures seek their lairs in which to furl The light doth dim, the trees strip down, some weep As leaves brown curled and brittle downwards swirl And nature knows it's time for her to sleep Reminder of the universal truth That seasons pass and with them too, our youth |