Reds, golds and ambers cover the trees
Cascades of leaves all dance on the breeze.
Twisting and twirling with effortless grace
Balletic visions all over the place.
...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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