Autumn

Season of the green leaves
turning red
and landing of the icy dew 
on green grass' blade

Days turning short into 
long cold nights
fast blowing wind 
at times bringing frights

Its a nature's reminder that 
the change is only constant
The one which was once wealthy 
becomes deciduous in instance

Do not lose hope 
because old turns into new
Trees become rich
which had leaves only few

It went out of sight
but it never really died
The tree held the energy 
and the sprout was inside

The cycle of birth and rebirth
is a song that nature sings
Autumns is only a reassurance 
that there will be many more Springs.  

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