Autumn's peaceful hue, a season of rest,
A time for nature's slumber; the earth is blessed.
The trees, they stand tall, their leaves of gold,
A canopy of warmth as stories unfold.
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The breeze whispers low, secrets of old,
To nature's melody, our souls enfold.
The sun, it shines bright, with a gentle light,
A beacon of hope in spirit night.
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The fields of gold, they sway with grace,
A dance of color in autumn's embrace.
The air is crisp, with a scent of change,
In autumn's peace, our spirits' foliage blends.
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The world is quiet in this season's reign,
A time for reflection, happiness to gain.
The beauty of autumn, a treasure to keep,
A season of peace, our hearts to seal.
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© 2023 Amy Christie
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