(Effect by DeepArtEffects)
In the hush of late autumn's gentle morn,
Where trees stand tall, their branches worn,
A tranquil scene unfolds, serene and bright,
Beneath the sky, a canvas clear and light.
The hedges stand, a verdant, living wall,
Their leaves a tapestry of green and gold,
Where sunlight dances, casting shadows tall,
A symphony of hues, both bold and old.
The brick-paved yard, a path so neat and clean,
Invites the soul to wander, slow and free,
Amidst the fallen leaves, a golden sheen,
A carpet soft, where footsteps lightly flee.
The sunbeams kiss the branches, reaching high,
Their golden touch, a gentle, warm embrace,
As leaves like whispers flutter and then sigh,
In the stillness of this autumnal grace.
The sky, a canvas clear and boundless blue,
A backdrop vast, where clouds like cotton drift,
Their shapes like dreams, so whimsical and true,
In the tranquil air, where peace and comfort sift.
Oh, gentle morn, in late autumn's embrace,
Your tranquil beauty soothes the weary soul,
In this serene haven, time and space erase,
And peace prevails, making us whole.
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