Autumn Garden

However dim the light,

The leaves glow bright

In the Autumn Garden

Almost as if they had a light of their own

Golden yellow, orange

And flame-red leaves

Light up like fire in the morning sun

Little children run and play in the

Autumn Garden

They are magical creatures

Innocent, enchanting.

They smile as they look at you

And like shy wood-fairies

They run away to play again.

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