The Grandeur of Fall
Majestic mornings gleamed from heaven's gate
the world is yours my friend so seize the day
When Autumn's soup Terinne of soft agate
turns Bisqued and fired, do not look away
Take in the splendor of His Pryrite sun
and when the till is done take time to pray
Give Grace the upper hand and never run
enjoy each day for nothing gold can stay
Equinox of beauty please say goodnight
to vernal echoes of your blessed youth
Help your next of kin share your liquid light
when shorter days arrive don't be uncouth
Be as smooth as an Autumn sunset, glow
for life is too short, and you never know.
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