Autumn's Tapestry
A Symphony of Gold and Crimson Leaves
Autumn's tapestry, a masterpiece of hues,
A symphony of gold and crimson leaves,
A canvas painted by the gentle muse,
A stunning sight that nature weaves.
The trees stand tall, their leaves aglow,
A fiery show of autumnal grace,
The wind whispers and the leaves flow,
Dancing and twirling in an endless race.
The sun casts a warm and mellow light,
As if nature is embracing the day,
The leaves catch the rays, such a delight,
And the colors blend in a magical way.
As the breeze picks up, the leaves take flight,
A whirlwind of orange, yellow and red,
A dance of beauty that enchants the sight,
A vibrant scene that nature has led.
Autumn's tapestry, a work of art,
A symphony of nature's grand design,
A season that touches the human heart,
A moment in time that's truly divine.
And as the leaves fall, one by one,
The trees stand bare, stark and tall,
Nature's cycle has yet again begun,
A cycle that leaves us in awe.
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