looking out from peaks so high
breathing in the freshest air
feeling free where eagles fly
wind rushing through my hair
Vast aray of autumns leaves
paints the landscape below
a sight that buckles knees
an ocean of ....orange , red an yellow
Depression seams to reain supreme
as the sun withdraws for longer
the nights grow cold-n-mean
has the darkness become stronger
Time goes on colors fade
the season marches buy
nothing last forever
at least what natures made
Looking out from peaks so high
may seam a waste of time
yet this sight it makes me cry
theses tears ,I feel, are fine
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