listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn color
announce
autumn is here.
touch,
the echoes
of the rain
that waters
and blossoms spring.
taste,
uncut
the snow shapes
the crisp cold
ices the wintertide.
see,
the sand sculptures
that paint
that rekindle
a childhood summer past.
smell,
the seasonal airs
stimulates the senses
and the memories they carry.
in the glee,
in the hopes and dreams,
in the human spirit,
lives the miracle of life.
the magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
the melody
of echoes...
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