The trees of fall they bend and sway,
All in the promise of a crisp clear day,
But the cold nights come with hopes anew,
With blades of grass now soaked in dew.
The leaves have fallen, the sky now clear,
All beauty in time, my heart holds dear,
But we all stand alone when our fears do take hold,
The change of the seasons, a story is told.
So as time marches on with loss keenly felt,
Our hearts still in place, the cards have been dealt.
After winters fine wrath has wiped the slate clean,
A brand new beginning can start to be seen.
The Zen Hiker 
Wow good rhyming and and the purpose is so clear with every line.
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Thank you very nuch!
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Gorgeous…how did I miss this one? I can’t wait to include it in my post and take full credit. I mean give you full credit lol lol,
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As always….Thank you!
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