The sun glistens on the trees
Through the brightly colored autumn leaves
Shadows cast on the ground
All near the ground squirrels' mound
The birds' songs grow weak
As the autumn mornings become more bleak
Traces that summer was here
Have yet to disappear
But everyone knows fall is near
The animals and plants leave or die
And all that can be said is Goodbye
It may be sad but not everyone can hibernate in a den
But we all know that summer will be back again...
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