4) Fallen
Fallen
Crimson carpets,
Golden flurries,
Whispered secrets of dying trees.
Rustling whispers,
Decaying symphony,
Closing lines of nature's testimony.
Again turning of a new page,
New canvas of nature's embrace,
Nourishing life, once again,
In springtime grace.
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