Evenings call for the moons shadow...
Leaves are tears from the trees that watch the auburn skies...
Waving their limbs till they wither in the afternoon summer...
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The wind brings memories of the forest where kids laughed and played...
Now branches lay dismantled and tarnished in dismay...
And the feet of only a few will witness the change of the sun closing its eyes...
Under orange and pink auroras that remind us about the beauty in our own treasures...

Goldenrod linings bounce off the skies...
Godspeed; the wind blesses us...
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Wind chimes bring forth the melody that harmonizes our ears...
Listen closely to the symphony...
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A record that you wish would never end...
The moment that stops even the beyond...
The space in between God itself...
The immense shadow that blankets the sky...
Our Sun is a wonderful element...