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A meadow for Autumn Forest, I lay me down to rest upon bed of moss. Eternal sleep immediately overtakes me lichen kenning myself as Rip Van Winkle except being repurposed as oldest living species. With an estimated age of 8,600 years, Rhizocarpon geographicum, also referred to as the Map lichen, is the planet's oldest lichen. Said complex life forms witness symbiotic partnership of two separate organisms, a fungus and an alga to equinoctial metaphor at which the sun crosses the celestial equator, when day and night approximately equal length (about September 22 and March 20). When evening doth fall 'pon summers’ end, a hint of splendor bequeathed arose firmament changed scenery (this soon third equinox act since new year) bellows basses loaded and blasted in sync with pyrotechnic pizzazz, while electric light orchestras suites scored for cellos, thus quiet riot madrigal of multitudinous notes swirl from bronzed leaf like fellows dancing elliptically forsooth greeting mother earth with characteristic rills brawny sons and daughters harvest September hellos before dawn's early light mellows. Against backdrop sensational war doth mother nature wage, how peachy keen, and grand to be seated at plum lined tree center stage to behold colorful capering downward spiraling threnody quintessential silent rage chapter three nature alluded to a tome poem, and first page known to humans since… way before indigenous tribes occupied North America such as Osage and/or other natives, whose keen scents foretold the onset from flora and fauna sings they did gauge. Now the regimentation of existence commandeered by strict adherence affianced to the clock lest an employee arrive one second late – her/his pay will go hickory dock which sequestration to the twenty first century life analogous to men undergoing emasculation, whereby he may as well be a eunuch without thick horn, where business deals concluded as overhead a flock of seagulls migrate to southern climes, which with global warming seems ad hoc yet the multitudinous animals and plants genetically under rubric of lifelock, which mucking around viz industrialization humankind doth make a mock ‘ere re: and drive many miniscule species to take safety and shelter under a rock totally oblivious, those bipedal hominids haphazardly scurry to work in order to purchase schlock courtesy crypto currency redeemable at social media platforms especially one named TikTok. Thus this pre dormant season, where one must be vigilant and tread like angels heeding curtain call draw wing summer to a close with damn the torpedoes salvo, the cacophony kaleidoscope of color per fifty plus shades of red forecast thee onset of cooler temperatures with falun gong foliage natural compost shelter burrowing creatures, who stash goodies at a later time to be fed thus each of us need be vigilant with no misstep to tread upon feet lightly negotiating whereat dwells busy itty-bitty bodies well nigh invisible to the naked eye, yet if ground swell of organisms once would behold a micro/macroscopic whirled wide web.

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A Meadow For Autumn

A meadow for Autumn Forest, I lay me down to rest upon bed of moss. Eternal sleep immediately overtakes me lichen kenning myself as Rip Van Winkle except being repurposed as oldest living species. With an estimated age of 8,600 years, Rhizocarpon geographicum, also referred to as the Map lichen, is the planet's oldest lichen. Said complex life forms witness symbiotic partnership of two separate organisms, a fungus and an alga to equinoctial metaphor at which the sun crosses the celestial equator, when day and night approximately equal length (about September 22 and March 20). When evening doth fall 'pon summers’ end, a hint of splendor bequeathed arose firmament changed scenery (this soon third equinox act since new year) bellows basses loaded and blasted in sync with pyrotechnic pizzazz, while electric light orchestras suites scored for cellos, thus quiet riot madrigal of multitudinous notes swirl from bronzed leaf like fellows dancing elliptically forsooth greeting mother earth with characteristic rills brawny sons and daughters harvest September hellos before dawn's early light mellows. Against backdrop sensational war doth mother nature wage, how peachy keen, and grand to be seated at plum lined tree center stage to behold colorful capering downward spiraling threnody quintessential silent rage chapter three nature alluded to a tome poem, and first page known to humans since… way before indigenous tribes occupied North America such as Osage and/or other natives, whose keen scents foretold the onset from flora and fauna sings they did gauge. Now the regimentation of existence commandeered by strict adherence affianced to the clock lest an employee arrive one second late – her/his pay will go hickory dock which sequestration to the twenty first century life analogous to men undergoing emasculation, whereby he may as well be a eunuch without thick horn, where business deals concluded as overhead a flock of seagulls migrate to southern climes, which with global warming seems ad hoc yet the multitudinous animals and plants genetically under rubric of lifelock, which mucking around viz industrialization humankind doth make a mock ‘ere re: and drive many miniscule species to take safety and shelter under a rock totally oblivious, those bipedal hominids haphazardly scurry to work in order to purchase schlock courtesy crypto currency redeemable at social media platforms especially one named TikTok. Thus this pre dormant season, where one must be vigilant and tread like angels heeding curtain call draw wing summer to a close with damn the torpedoes salvo, the cacophony kaleidoscope of color per fifty plus shades of red forecast thee onset of cooler temperatures with falun gong foliage natural compost shelter burrowing creatures, who stash goodies at a later time to be fed thus each of us need be vigilant with no misstep to tread upon feet lightly negotiating whereat dwells busy itty-bitty bodies well nigh invisible to the naked eye, yet if ground swell of organisms once would behold a micro/macroscopic whirled wide web.