Early Autumn
The green is turning brown again.
Farmers are harvesting their grain.
Birds are planning their southward trek.
And I'm enjoying awesome sunsets from my deck.
The early morning dews are stick on the green grass.
And sooner than later, the hurricane season will pass.
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