Autumn
Autumn weaves its tapestry
Of colors bright and bold
A symphony of nature
A royal vision to behold
On mountains high and valleys low
Everywhere one looks
The master artist paints a scene
Unmatched in picture books
Then as the tapestry unravels
We reflect on seasons past
Wondering why the beauty
Of autumn can not last
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