Walking on a lane covered with burnt-orange leaves,⠀⠀⠀
Looking high up to see the bare branches on trees. ⠀⠀⠀
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The autumn leaves make a rustle when stepped on. ⠀⠀⠀⠀
The chirping bird sings a meloncholic song. ⠀⠀
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The vibe of autumn may seem grievous and bland, ⠀⠀⠀
But, this saddening spell is the spring's melody;⠀⠀
Fall turns the oak trees gold by its magic-wand. ⠀⠀
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The hazel leaves of maple resemble a clover leaf;⠀⠀
A sign of good luck, a sign of arriving spring. ⠀⠀
After the stay of autumn; so brief.⠀⠀
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The leaves end their lives and dropout,⠀⠀
Giving new buds a chance to sprout! ⠀⠀
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Fall is the prelude of revival and rebirth,⠀⠀
Misty, gloomy days are proceeded by mirth.⠀
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