Autumn Bliss

The Sun wishes to set early if it may

And for the graceful birds to travel South.

So the Moon wakes, casting daylight away

Leading daytime temperature into doubt

To Mother Nature’s kisses is she bound

That her cheeks reddened to the leaves’ colors,

Gifting youth this colorful playground

And bringing light-hearted joyful laughters.

Soon the North wind blows and she whispers cold, 

Her blissful hair falls into silver threads

For her last breath to portray words of gold.
By Ayli Girard

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