**Autumn Leaves**
In whispers soft, the autumn breeze,
Tumbles through the golden trees.
Each leaf, a dancer in the sky,
Gliding gently, saying goodbye.
Crimson, amber, hues of flame,
No two leaves are quite the same.
They drift and twirl with quiet grace,
Painting earth with autumn’s lace.
Upon the ground, a quilt is laid,
Of fleeting beauty soon to fade.
Yet in their fall, they seem to sing,
Of harvest moons and whispering wings.
Beneath the fading autumn light,
The world prepares for winter’s night.
But in the leaves, a memory stays—
A fleeting glow of warmer days.
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Danny Prem kumar
A vision is our long-term goals and aspirations for the future in terms of its long-term growth and impact on this world. My mission defines what we do and what we stand for, while our vision speaks to our goals and ideals for the future.
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