Call of Autumn
The vibrant hues of autumn leaves,
Adorn the trees in layers vast,
They dance and prance to wind with glee,
A feast indeed to dimming eyes.
The songs of fall make all things bright,
The ripened fields do sway with might.
And oft when I watch leaves that fall,
Their rustling sound flutters my heart,
My pensive mind is filled with bliss,
And shriveled face is lost in trance.
For solemn winter I then wait,
And count my days to heaven's gate.
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