Rolling fields, forest in breeze
Monuments tall, beautiful trees
Leafy branches, once overflowing
Summer colours, now slowly going
Whistling wind, through tree top
Leaves of summer, start to drop
Tinted green, falling to ground
Gently floating, making no sound
Trees uncovered, in impending cold
With summer passing, autumn unfolds
Branches bare, woods once dark
All can be seen, is naked bark
Woodlands, once green and lush
Now silence throughout, deathly hush
Leaves give pleasure, to behold
Shades of yellow, autumn gold
Back to earth, whence they came
Forests wait, for life again
Birds long gone, trees forlorn
Awaiting spring, again reborn
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