Change of Beauty
and as i lift my head up to the sky,
i see a bird, a passerby.
when i turn and look upon my left,
a tree whos leaves are yellow and red.
Woah! Whats there? a swirl of bees,
conduct pollen hunts behind of me.
over there upon my right,
enough acorns for a squirrel to last the night.
Summers end as we embrace in Autumn.
we change our attire,
Nature changes its colors.
just one more day of art,
a masterful display,
for all that is landscape,
each view a painted beauty
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