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Autumn’s spilling down the mountains,
Painting colors every way.
Orange, yellow, red together
Like the sky has touched the day.
Every step along the pathway,
Leaves are breaking underfoot.
Crisp and gentle little echoes,
In the wind where seasons shift.
Feel the cool breeze brushing by,
Like a sigh from fading skies.
Every moment softly calls
Let the golden season fall.
Whispers of an autumn day,
Floating gently as I stray.
Through the rustle of the ground,
Where the colored leaves surround.
In the breeze that chills my skin,
I feel something warm begin.
As the world turns gold and gray
I hear autumn’s say.
Trees are dressed in fading fire,
Swaying softly in the air.
Every branch is framed in wonder,
Every scene beyond compare.
Walking through the falling colors,
Watching time just drift and glow.
Even as the world grows colder,
There is peace I start to know.
Feel the cool breeze brushing by,
Like a sigh from fading skies.
Every moment softly calls
Let the golden season fall.
Whispers of an autumn day,
Floating gently as I stray.
Through the rustle of the ground,
Where the colored leaves surround.
In the breeze that chills my skin,
I feel something warm begin.
As the world turns gold and gray
I hear autumn’s say.
Let the leaves fall where they will,
Let the world grow soft and still.
In the quiet turning air,
I find comfort waiting there.
Whispers of an autumn day,
Floating gently as I stray.
Through the rustle of the ground,
Where the colored leaves surround.
In the breeze that chills my skin,
I feel something warm begin.
As the world turns gold and gray
I hear autumn’s say.