Autumn Poetry #1
Autumn Nymphs
leaves of green and leaves of gold
struck by sunlight bright and bold
from the treetops great and old
Nature’s glory to behold
little nymphs atop the trees
dancing gaily in the breeze
unaware that they must die
in the autumn drop and fly
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