Autumn's Embrace
Golden rays of morning light, breaking through the haze
Maple leaves are blushing red, like sweet September days
Yellow's hues are dancing, like a whisper in the breeze
Autumn's colors painting life on these old country trees
Orange dreams are swirling, in the crisp post-summer air
Birch trees clad in jackets, of a wintry, frosty glare
The evergreens are steady, watching as they sway
In every shade and tint, fall's beauty's on display
Oh, the colors of the trees, they tell a story bold
From sunset reds to goldens, the seasons do unfold
Nature's brush is vibrant, painting life so free
As every shade of autumn, replaces the forest green
Rustle in the underbrush, a symphony of time
Leaves are softly falling, like old familiar rhymes
Crimson hearts and ochre dreams, they flutter to the ground
Pouring out their beauty, with a silent, peaceful sound
Along the winding river, where the oaks do stand tall
The amber leaves are whispering, the secrets of the fall
A symphony of colors, under skies so clear
Every shade of autumn, in this land we hold dear
From dawn until the twilight, in hues both bright and pale
The colors of the trees, they weave a timeless tale
In every brush of yellow, in every stroke of gold
The story of nature's cycle, by autumn's hand is told
In every brush of yellow, in every stroke of gold
The story of nature's cycle, by autumn's hand is told
Maple leaves are blushing red, like sweet September days
Yellow's hues are dancing, like a whisper in the breeze
Autumn's colors painting life on these old country trees
Orange dreams are swirling, in the crisp post-summer air
Birch trees clad in jackets, of a wintry, frosty glare
The evergreens are steady, watching as they sway
In every shade and tint, fall's beauty's on display
Oh, the colors of the trees, they tell a story bold
From sunset reds to goldens, the seasons do unfold
Nature's brush is vibrant, painting life so free
As every shade of autumn, replaces the forest green
Rustle in the underbrush, a symphony of time
Leaves are softly falling, like old familiar rhymes
Crimson hearts and ochre dreams, they flutter to the ground
Pouring out their beauty, with a silent, peaceful sound
Along the winding river, where the oaks do stand tall
The amber leaves are whispering, the secrets of the fall
A symphony of colors, under skies so clear
Every shade of autumn, in this land we hold dear
From dawn until the twilight, in hues both bright and pale
The colors of the trees, they weave a timeless tale
In every brush of yellow, in every stroke of gold
The story of nature's cycle, by autumn's hand is told
In every brush of yellow, in every stroke of gold
The story of nature's cycle, by autumn's hand is told
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