Wood Nymph
Autumn
The days are getting shorter
and a cool breeze now blows.
The LowCountry prepares for autumn
presenting colors of yellow, brown and gold.
Nature is preparing her creatures
for the long winter ahead.
The hardwoods becomes dormant.
Cold-blooded creatures prepare their bed.
Leaves falling in the forest floor
joines in the serenade.
Migrating birds now fly away.
This is the cycle our Master made.
and a cool breeze now blows.
The LowCountry prepares for autumn
presenting colors of yellow, brown and gold.
Nature is preparing her creatures
for the long winter ahead.
The hardwoods becomes dormant.
Cold-blooded creatures prepare their bed.
Leaves falling in the forest floor
joines in the serenade.
Migrating birds now fly away.
This is the cycle our Master made.
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