As summer grudgingly gives way, Autumn comes close to the threshold. Many changes come in array, Though they can’t be kept long in hold. Wind blows mild in whispering tone, As summer grudgingly gives way. Leaves change into dark red and brown. In time they fall and in air sway. Maple tree makes our mind so gay. Its bright auburn shade, none can hide. As summer grudgingly gives way, All dressed up, Earth comes as a bride. With autumn, trees wear a face new. It's when wind blows in mighty sway. Such changes are a joy to view, As summer grudgingly gives way.
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