Autumn blows the twigs off the tree,

Off the tree and into the sea.

Leaves upon the ground

Resting safe and sound

Crunching snapping under my toes.

Autumn wanting to stay but winter comes.

Autumn changes the way I see

The coming winter's not misery.

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