Oh! Autumn winds, you with your blowy ways. 103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpLq6cPHIgA
Now singing, rejoicing, then weeping and lamenting. We hear your song cutting around the edges. Of house and hearth, yet behold you, we're not. We hear your dirge, feeling your presence. Yet, no eye sees your countenance weeping. You're a whining sea that loves overflowing our spirits. Yet, our spirits stay afloat, not drowned by your immensity.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhM3Udct17l
You ascend the heights and sweep the valleys. You're powerful in your ascending and your sweeping is grace. A ruler with mercy, you deal justly with us weaklings. Prideful and lowly, you show might with the strong and sturdy.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAGV6cEP5sF
In spring, you are weak and sickly, allowing the fields to blossom and bloom. Summertimes, you're enshrouded with stillness - asleep and just occasionally awoken. With breezes blown to gather weeping clouds. In autumn, you release the full fury of your flight.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYDehEldJw4
While in winter, you shout now, relent a little, then blow clouds of cold so Nature’s garments shed their attire. Were you maybe crying in spring's days, or rejoicing the shame of the trees whose garments you blew to smithereens on an autumn's eve? Were you annoyed in winter, to blow clouds of cold all over Nature?103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPQUQmzS5x1
Oh! Autumn winds, windy ways. Blow perhaps sickness and pestilence away. Clear mountaintops and valleys yonder. Fresher and clearer make way for brighter. 🍂🌬️ ©️ Simons Law
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