Autumn Fairies

Autumn Fairies emerge from beneath the forest floor.
Bringing the fall season, saying summer is no more.
Nights are getting cooler as the Sun rushes to her bed.
No more blooming flowers- time for leaves to turn instead.

Fairies hang a Harvest Moon high in the Autumn night.
Gather in the fields below to bathe in moonbeam light.
Mist appears each morning and rolls across the silent lakes.
Fairies harvest moss and mushrooms to make their breakfast cakes.

Painting the woodland canopy in shades of red and gold,
They cap Old Father Mountain in a frosty crown of cold.
Pumpkins pop up through the loam, apples crisp on trees.
The Fairies shush the crickets and hypnotize the bees.

Forest leaves are ablaze in a fanfare of dragon fire.
You hear the Fairies voices as soft rustling from that pyre.
Telling trees which leaves to lose and which they are to keep
They sing a lullaby to the forest, that sends it off to sleep.

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