Golden leaves descend with grace,
Dancing softly, nature’s lace.
A breeze whispers through the trees,
Telling secrets, setting free.
The earth is quiet, skies aglow,
In autumn’s tender, steady flow.
A gentle hush, a peaceful call,
As summer fades, and leaves do fall.
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sick poem!