Nature's Rules for Autumn
Withered leaves no longer cling to trees
They're rustled until released by a breeze
To Nature's rules, Autumn must adhere
and become a trodden pathway for deer
Aspen on the hillside will be stripped bare
Their ghostly trunks seem not to care
for Spring's greenery, they will proudly wear.
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