In a vast field of soft grass
Tainted a little yellow
From autumn's wonder,
He walked alone,
Lost in thought.
Lungs filled with
The cool breeze
Of autumn.
But his heart is pained,
With the memory
Of someone he had lost.
He remembered how she
Used to marvel at how
Grand that oak tree
In the middle of the field was,
And how she loved the
Season of autumn,
Where all the leaves turned
A brilliant red.
Standing still and
Staring at the oak tree,
That had aged with the seasons.
Tears fell from his eyes,
Like the leaves on the oak
That fell in autumn.
His field of autumn,
That will forever remind him
Of his precious loved one.
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