The bright red maple sits out front,
So autumnly adorned.
A few more windy days will make
Those scarlet leaves be mourned.
For now, though, she's the queen
And all around's her royal court
Dressed in oranges and yellows
In a show of fall support.
As the sun lights up the colors
In a fiery display,
It's an honor to bear witness
To the season's stunning sway.
Such a short-lived burst of beauty's
Surely worthy of regard,
Though you might withhold your praise
If you're the one to rake your yard!
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