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| As I stroll down the path,
I revel in the beauty of the trees, All the golds and reds and browns. Make Autumn so beautiful to me. As I walk along I see the squirrels- scampering to and fro. They're wondering where to bury their nuts , so they can find them in the snow. The ground is becoming golden, As the sun shines through the trees. It brightens up the woods, Beckoning to you and me. The trees are becoming bare, yet when I look around, Everything is so still, so many leaves are upon the ground. The ground still warm from the summer sun, The wood chucks running to their nests, Squirrels sitting on branches, taking their much needed rest. This is the dawn of Autumn. A time to give thanks. For all our seasons For all we have - For all our blessings. |
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