The sound of morning breeze and crispy leaves
lets you know that another season has left without treason,
multi-golden colours is what they left behind
thus their loyalty is seperable to mankind
nourished from the ground,
uphold a distant memory of when the sun was first born,
the men who walk, who fear, who gave love
are the ones who cannot be torn
the spirits of nature is in the presence of us all
For something so delicate yet time consuming,
natures law is to only ask of you
is not to hate the flaws which seperate both of you.
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