Embers on the Stone Path

_{(Effect by DeepArtEffects)}

The garden hushes, kissed by autumn's sigh,
Green surrenders to a scarlet firefly.
Bamboo, once vibrant, whispers secrets low,
As leaves, like embers, dance on paths below.

　Hedges wear crowns of fiery red and gold,
　Trees stretch bare arms, stories bravely told.
　A lonely fence, moss-whispered, stands its ground,
　While shadows writhe where branches brush the ground.

A little pagoda, perched on mossy stone,
Dreams of summer's sun, now gently flown.
Leaves gather near, like whispers at its feet,
An autumn lullaby, bittersweet.

　The sun dips low, painting the sky in fire,
　A final kiss before winter's cold desire.
　The garden sleeps, in hues of red and gold,
　Awaiting spring's embrace, when stories unfold.

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