On set of autumn
made all fall colour magics.
Leaves, so green, turned to beautiful sheen
and lost their day and had fallen to the ground
I just winked my eyes
and made advances in my pious prayers
with swings on and on to the high skies
I welcome the dances of the spring season's fresh flowers
Greenery is my passion.
To desist it, may prove, to be a fashion
I do like modernity in many stakes,
but embrace modesty in many valued takes
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