Never Ending Fall.
This time of year so fast it goes,
Galloping hooves to the winds blow.
The fall aroma carried away,
So bad I yearn for it to stay.
Sunsets over the field,
Such a beautiful sight I must yield.
Squirrels jumping from tree to tree,
Birds chirping gracefully.
Early morning, frosty grounds.
All is glistening without a sound!
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