The awesome spell of autumn is upon us
as we taste the glorious essence
of the timocracy of it’s hue.
The strewn colors of mother nature
restfully bleed; through battalions of trees,
who willingly lay down their leaves,
for the joy of the nation.
“Give me liberty or give me death”,
as they breath their last, into the freedom of soil.
No longer to toil or linger upon the tree.
But set free, released to roam in the earth.
Benjamin Thomas
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