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The dew sits idly on the fresh green grass,
It twinkles in the sun, transparent, like glass,
The blue sky is a roof, to all the trees,
Presently Autumn, they are transformed beautifully.
The sun burns down, giving a yellowish tint,
The scene is so pretty, nothing’s fetid,
The wind runs its fingers through the leaves of the trees,
Some leaves disconnect, and are stolen by the breeze.
This beautiful day is flawless,
As it shows Gods endless love,
Now seams are seen as I seen as I stare in awe,
At the world and praise the Lord.
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