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Golden sunlight beams down on

The grass, turning it emerald.

Leaves fall gently down,

Making their slow descent to the damp ground

 

Autumn is coming-

No, wait; it's already here.

The days get colder;

The days seem shorter.

The wind blows harder;

The nights seem to grow longer, even still...

This poem is about: 
Our world

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