The Trees are singing a song
Then autumn leaves came along
A cacophony of painterly art
Before the winter had its start
Everything bursts with color
Admire the view like no other
Leaves dressed in crimson red
Brushed with gilt beams instead
A rich amber translucent glow
A blaze, it nearly stole the show
Then underneath, the last dance
The squirrels seemed in a trance
Burying nuts beneath the earth
Marking their place to search
The glorious, golden autumn days
Treasure them, before they phase
Nature's grand finale is closing in
Savor the moments and begin
For too soon, it's a winter's tale
Comes round so swift with the pale.
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