As my hand cascaded through the colorful leaves,
The beauty of the world came from this very tree,
The essence of truth and love,
Hidden beneath and high above...
These colors only mean one thing,
What it is like to be a human being,
Seeing what is truly full of joy,
Not what it is to destroy...
As the seasons shift from autumn to winter,
I saw that animals of old began to reenter,
I miss the colors of fall,
I regret the leaves' call...
Now that I am old and gone,
I shall rise again at dawn,
The morning sun as elegant as a queen,
That's the sound of autumn requim...
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