The Turning of the Season
The days are shrinking, losing hours,
Sunlights fading, withdrawing its powers.
Night creeps earlier each passing day
Summers gone, winter on its way.
The forests aflame the winds are cold,
A time of change, a warning bold.
The leaves turn gold and bid farewell,
The seasonal fall, a story they tell.
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