Poem


 

In May, Autumn paints the trees, With amber leaves on every breeze.

The air turns crisp, the earth slow down, A quiet calm spreads through the town.


Each falling leaf, a gentle sigh, A peaceful wave, a soft goodbye.

In May's cool touch, we pause, we see the beauty in stillness, wild and free.


 

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