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Autumn Is The Time Of Year,

The Leaves They Start To Fall.

They Turn To Gold & Deepest Red,

They're Heeding To Their Call.



They're Life It Is Now Over,

They Settle On The Ground.

They Start To Dry, They Start To Rot,

For Mulches Lots Are Bound.



Autumn Also Signifies,

That Summer's Here & Gone.

And Winter's Not Too Far Away,

To Cold We're Being Drawn.



Autumn Is The Time Of Year,

That Birds Fly South For Winter.

You Also Cut Your Load Of Wood,

Collecting Every Splinter.



In Autumn Here, Our Air Gets Crisp,

It Also Does Get Cold.

It's Like This Here For Years & Years,

Or So I Have Been Told.



Autumn Is An End To Life,

But Also A Beginning.

The Flowers, Grass & Leaves Are Gone,

But Snowbirds Will Be Singing.