Autumn colors burnt too soon
Giving hues of dark maroon
Yellows charred and orange toasted
"Winter's coming" is clearly posted
Winds are blowing leaves to flight
The air so cold brings breath to sight
All this year where has it gone
Running faster with every dawn
Here I sit in crisp morn air
Seeing stars shine bright as e'er
Steam is rising from a lake of glass
Waters cooling to night time blast
All is calm no noise is heard
The earth asleep and undisturbed
Birds soon sing their morning tune
Softly waking the sun and moon
The moon will go to distant land
As rays of sun caress the sand
Day has come and nighttime gone
Time to wake and meet the dawn
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