Autumn leaves of burnished gold their life now over, their story told
Fall from trees and gracefully lie, then fade from sight as they die.
On grass, on paths, on ponds they lay, waiting patiently the rotting decay
That awaits all life that once begun and flourished under a warming sun.
All that breathe will cease one day and on the wind will be blown away.
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