Beautiful Earth.

Atumn brushes her hair slowly

Letting the glorious colors
Flow gently to the earth below.
Showing off vibrant colors
In contrast to summer's green dress.
Out doing the starkness,
Of winter's white coat.
Autumn compares the mutable
Shades of spring to her fall
Giving a sigh ,end of another season.
She packs her brush
As frost touches her tips.

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