Auburn colored leaves falling on the ground,
a sight alone that has no such abound.
sounds of crunching leaves are heard here and there,
A scene so magnificent I must share.
The colorless winds whistle their mute song
While animals frolic and sing along.
Tree that shine in a familiar way,
Just as they did one windy auburn day.
Oh how I dream of freezing time itself!
Such as a fairytale book on the shelf.
The feeling and smell still lingers in me,
The color of auburn I dream to see.
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