Golden Laughter
The Air Is Crisp, The Sky’s A Flame,
October Hums A Joyful Name.
Leaves Twirl Down In Bright Parade,
As Sunlight Dances, Unafraid.
Pumpkins Grin On Porches Wide,
Scents Of Cider Drift Inside.
The Crackle Sings Where Fires Glow,
And Laughter Lingers Soft And Slow.
Scarves Like Banners Catch The Breeze,
Children Race Beneath The Trees.
A Flurry Of Red, Gold, And Brown,
Turns Simple Walks To Royal Gowns.
Mugs Of Warmth, And Hearts That Gleam,
Stir Kindness In The Autumn Dream.
Each Sunset Paints, With Gentle Art,
A Tapestry To Soothe The Heart.
So Lift Your Gaze And Let It Fall,
On Nature’s Quilt Spread Over All.
Each Golden Hue, Each Laughing Breeze
Reminds Us Joy Lives In The Leaves.
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