the demise of summer is no reason to be solemn
for the ravishing trees fall in love in autumn
blushing against the bashful gray skies
set ablaze with scarlet in a vibrant disguise
their fallen leaves dance with the wind
whispering delicately as they idly descend
the trees line the streets and adorn the mundane
fluttering sighs as they're tickled by rain
the crisp autumn air makes the warmth of love thrive
the demise of summer makes the trees come alive.
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