Every tree that Autum sees, in respect, lowers its leaves.
Leaves which turn from green to brown, all to be dear Autum’s gown.
Then fall’s blooms, fighting the cold, face Autumn’s way to unfold.
As the delicate fringes of her shawl, I wish her work is loved by all.
~Music Kianna
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