send my Spirit soaring high.
Seize the midnight sky!
Amber leaves fallen, the gray sky looks on.
As the melancholy sadness drifts,
From branch to sod, summer lifts.
Knowing not night or crisp of dawn,
Sweet gum and maple disguise each lawn.
While timely though the season shifts,
Autumn releases brown leaves as gifts.
Days long with sweat forever are gone,
Fresh simple times, the frost decoding.
Chill in the air brings signs of doubt,
Yet reassuring rust and reds spread about.
The gentle twigs of trees are calling.
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