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As autumn begins fading away,
Soft rain comes falling down.
Rainbow leaves also begin to fall;
Blowing winds scatter them astray.
Yet, stoic trees still stand tall;
Knowing they’ll still be around—
Soon, winter’s virgin snow
Will gently begin to tease the day
Refusing the sun’s erotic glow
And nature’s annual transition show.
Oh, if life could be for you and me
As assuring as it is for a stoic tree!
Winter’s fate will have its recession
And the stoic trees, their resurrection.
Albeit we are of the tree of precious life,
Our nature remains filled with strife.
