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Autumn
Feeling a cool brisk tinge
My lungs rise to a little higher as I breathe in
The air brings with it a sharp vision as I look around
Colour is vibrant today
The smell of the grass
the trees cast a winking glance
a feeling of something, an old friend has come home
I smile as Autumn enters the room
An extra layer wraps around, the cool against the warmth
I feel quite light, my stride becomes quick
As I take Autumns hand
and embrace her quick wit, her colourful smile
She plays a symphony of colour and sound
A score she plays for the coming of rebirth, a joy of new life
A daughter of Mother Earth she frolics and dances so gay
running her cool breath mingles with mine
Feeling a cool brisk tinge
My lungs rise to a little higher as I breathe in
The air brings with it a sharp vision as I look around
Colour is vibrant today
My lungs rise to a little higher as I breathe in
The air brings with it a sharp vision as I look around
Colour is vibrant today
The smell of the grass
the trees cast a winking glance
a feeling of something, an old friend has come home
I smile as Autumn enters the room
An extra layer wraps around, the cool against the warmth
I feel quite light, my stride becomes quick
As I take Autumns hand
and embrace her quick wit, her colourful smile
She plays a symphony of colour and sound
A score she plays for the coming of rebirth, a joy of new life
A daughter of Mother Earth she frolics and dances so gay
running her cool breath mingles with mine
Feeling a cool brisk tinge
My lungs rise to a little higher as I breathe in
The air brings with it a sharp vision as I look around
Colour is vibrant today
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