Before the night, once green you grew
autumn marking your days too few,
burning leaves dance against the sky
plummeting from crowns swaying high,
gently on top the ground accrue.
Yawning sunrise wrings off the dew
in gusting winds again you flew
with twists and turns ever so spry
before the night.
Bare branches pulling sunlight through
burnt memories now bid adieu;
beauty one can never deny
days changing seasons with a sigh,
snowflakes flooding the skies of blue
before the night.
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