From north to south, the birds do flock,
as leaves cascade down every block.
Crisp, cool air of morning’s breeze,
nature’s calm with peace and ease.
Another season, full of hope,
Mother Nature does envelope.
Her children rest for a while,
underground they grow a mile.
Protective blanket under frost,
her young new seedlings won’t be lost.
Pause amidst the turbulence,
delicate the existence.
She nurtures with a certain flow,
her babies rest and soon will grow.
Fall time break, new beginning,
her wise hand, so fulfilling.
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