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When the morning sun glows pale
  and shadow rays slink along the trails
the autumn leaves turn brown
  and one by one fall dry upon the ground;
there is found the well worn paths
  scurry summer creatures quick and fast
readying a winter's nest or burrow
  to rest and sleep safe through tomorrow.
Winters cold and chill
  fall prey to slumber's pill
here warm, hot summers fade away
  and fruit and flowers can no longer stay.
Bee and butterfly have disappeared
  and deep blue skies are no longer clear;
It is hard to see the pale yellowed sun
  as both spring and summer are undone
with all that remains are cold temps sustained
  by cloudy grays as winter gains.
Few lay claim to these now barren lands
  with dried grass and naked trees that stand,
there in the pale glows of light
 only cricket songs soften in the oncoming night.
A full bright harvest moon
 glow brilliant as midnight looms
and a walk in the casting shadows
 now comes the last dance in the hallows.

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