Autumn.
The air chills.
The air chills.
Leaves turn and fall.
Summer passes.
Summer passes.
Piling tables with golden pumpkins,
Final crops of summer bounty.
Even in autumn, though,
Not everything passes.
Some things live.
And other things sleep, renew.
Resting until spring.
those that sleep and live
Survive with scars.
Scars that show surviving
Despite hardship
Despite pain and grief
Despite loss.
Autumn.
A season of change.
A season of surviving.
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