A mellowed piano
Colored red and yellow,
The falling leaves play on which,
The sound of autumn,
In the key of sorrow.

Please, Please, leave me be.
The melody is such a dream.
As the falling leaves paint on air
That fiery romance
I cannot stand.

The crisp wind also offers
The cloying aroma of death.
The falling leaves then delivers
Their grandest glory
And final murmur.

The golden sun had told me,
Cherish a moment brief.
Then the falling leaves soon grow cold,
The land grows bleak,
The birds also flee.

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For my favorite season, a moment of inspiration.