Now It Is Fall

There's a crisp in the air, a chill in the breeze
That rustles through brightly emblazoned trees
Leaves in their glory of red, gold, and brown
Shine brilliantly today then blanket the ground

Beneath them the busy small creatures tread
Stocking up food for the winter ahead
Above them geese loudly repeat their call
Summer is gone and now it is fall

The apples are golden, the cornstalks are dry
The ripening pumpkins look up towards the sky
The fields yield their bounty to farmer's delight
And it seems the sun sets a little sooner each night
A harvest moon rises as frost comes with a snap
And the earth settles down for a long winter nap

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