Crystal blue high above
Gentle breezes caress the skin
Quiet colors drift ground-ward
Green, warm, and cool at once
Wild and tame, the scents of Fall
Silent, serene, caught in a moment of time
Burnished gold slants the sky at eastward angles
Nature waits, Her dress now changed
For Her children, long forgetting to notice
The Mother of All forsaken
The Bringer of Life to be soon snuffed out
For not in winter, but of ungrateful benefactors
Reaping what She's helped them sow
But forgotten is She when credits roll
The silent death brought upon Her
The silent doom brought upon us all
And from the wind a single phrase; "Reap what you've sown."
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