Crisp and cool, the days grow shorter;
shorter days when night grows longer,
long nights that bring a sudden chill
chilling fast, life's window sill.
The window of life, as it makes its change,
changes made, earth's acting strange.
Strangely acting, as leaves turn bold,
and bold they turn when days grow cold.
Growing cold, the days slip by,
slipping days bring autumn's hi.
Autumn brings the cycle's glory;
a glorious cycle of nature's story.
This story of nature, it's cool, crisp air;
winds of cool show trees grow bare.
As bare trees grow, and this story's told,
telling the story of Autumn's Gold.
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~Pamela 
