The fall foliage scattered all around
and the evening gentle breeze
tossing and turning them with ease,
and the tall oak trees
sprinkling some more
of the crimson red leaves
to the wide-open prairies

The verdure’s musk,
the downy’s chirp,
the wilderness call,
the endless uproar,
all unstructured,
and are in some absolute chaos,
yet there exists harmony,
deviant from the normal,
but still the best symphony
I have ever witnessed
in the blithe of such nature’s caper

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