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Autumn is on it's way, a bird song in my ear.

Weeping willows and reeds sway to the rhythm of the breeze.

Fishermen fish clear waters ahead as boats drift by.

The shadows of lingering clouds cast upon the waters edge.

Dragonflys the colour of green

Freedom I feel sitting on the sloping river bank, lying down feet streched

to meet the waters edge.

The fragrance of flowers, the shades of green, the warmth of the sun, a breeze

to cool.

Tranquility in my being overwhelm my senses.

 I gaze to the sky, in wonder of natures beauty, as time loses it's meaning.

 My heart feels melchlony as the thought of summer nearing it's end.