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As the warm days shrink and nights get blustery,
the cool air creeps-in, earthy and musty;
The colors of the trees will glow and gleam,
the leaves they shine with a lustrous sheen.
Soon they'll crisp and fall to the ground,
A return to the earth where they wither and brown;
The smell of the air and the tingle in the nose,
The harkening of winter as the coldness grows.
Why is this sad, this recurring change?
Why do we cringe when it happens again?
It reminds us of fun, of failures, time past,
It reminds us of cold, and warmth that won't last.
We're just like this season in decaying decline,
Will this be your year? Will this be mine?
Autumn leaves a taste of the olden days,
before it's crushed by the weight of the colden days.
