The Crimson Whisper of Morning Mist

_{(Effect by DeepArtEffects)}

Last autumn's whispers in the wind still sigh,
Through red leaves clinging, reaching for the sky.
A garden slumbers, secrets held beneath,
While morning mist unfurls on gentle breath.

　A little river hums its sleepy song,
　As sunlight dances, dappled, all day long.
　Across the wooden bridge, a footpath winds,
　Past whispering hedges, where a green bird finds

　　A hidden haven, safe from winter's chill.
　　The world awakens, slowly, standing still.
　　A moment captured, calm and clear and bright,
　　A tranquil garden basking in the light.

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