It's the first day of Autumn
Many leaves have already fallen
Golds and Yellows ignite the hills
There's a pulsing wind that never stills
The first day of autumn is a celebration
Filled with bright colors and such elation
The sun sets sooner, the changing times
Full of poetry and cheesy rhymes.
As the day draws to a close, so do my eyes
As I breathe steadily and breathe goodbye; "until next time."
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