Trees in Autumn

There's nothing like sunshine on a crisp Autumn day, the colour in the trees keeps winter at bay.

The wind in the branches whistle a tune, as we stare at the light of an October moon.

The trees fill with joy and out colour bursts, not for the last time and not for the first.

The whole world is golden except for these trees, and the real poetry is the sound of the breeze.

By Lily Burke

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