The Glory Of The Fall

The Glory Of The Fall

Here, beneath the trees so tall,
Breathtaking is the view,
The golden glory of the Fall,
Displayed for me and you.

Her leaves of red and russet hues
Like flags are all around,
And, scrunching now beneath my shoes,
Rich carpet on the ground.

Of all the Seasons, I love true
This time of amber light,
When everything is painted new,
In tones so clear and bright.

Before the Winter's chill sets in,
And snowdrifts cover all,
Let Nature's yearly show begin:
The glory of the Fall.

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