A cool breeze weaves it's way through the tree's
Stirring up change and distant memories
A pale school morning with crystals embossed
The cold Autumn ground is dusted in frost
Change is all around; look and feel what is new
Each beautiful color has it's own vibrant hue
Light golden corn fresh off of the stalk
Crisp leaves carried in the breeze crinkle and talk
Deep orange pumpkins await to be carved
Glowing candle lit faces beneath all the stars
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