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October trees are beautiful to me                                                               ­     greenery  mixed with turning leaves                                                The  sun  goes away too soon                                                             ­     in  the  forest, late afternoon                                                        ­Red  and  deep plum maple trees                                                      with  outstretched branches reaching                                                         ­    sunlight peeking through teasingly                                                        ­    as  squirrels are busy hustling                                            talking  loudly  and  chattering                                 ­                          As  I  sit  on natures floor                                                 surrounded  by  green moss and more                                     I  lay  back  and  breathe  it in                                                               ­            the forest , the leaves and the sensation                                                        ­       that  even though these leaves will die                                                              ­  the  undergrowth  will  survive                                ­                                       To  be  reborn again in the spring                                                           ­        celebrated while newborn birds sing                                                             ­  Buried in frost as they slumber                                                          ­     until  Aprils shower's thunder                                                         As  they  grow  again and thrive                                             completing  the  full circle  of  life

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