I love those crisp autumn mornings,
The leaves on the trees golden,
The sky clear and the Sun bright,
Mist rising off the dewey grass.
Everything is still,
And I am cocooned in warm clothing,
Though my nose and cheeks are cold.
It's like a new start,
Fresh and invigorating,
The cleansing of the world.
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