by Jeannette Heywood28 Oct 2016
Hush, be still, let sweet air nostrils fill.Trees beseech, Oak, Sycamore, Birch and Beech.Admire their orchestration of this autumnal creation.Foliage flutters forlorn, forest floor to adorn.
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