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In the quiet woods, where shadows play,Leaves like gold drift and sway,Crisp air carries a whispered song,Nature’s heart beats strong and long. Crimson hues and amber light,Dance beneath the fading night,The harvest moon, a watchful eye,Watches as the world waves goodbye. Squirrels gather, a playful race,Each acorn saved in its secret place,The brook hums soft, a gentle rhyme,Marking the passage of fleeting time. As twilight… Read More »Whispers of Autumn