All is still here heading toward the bottom
An unknown undertaker brings out an orange and yellow pall.
Life is lain upon its bier in autumn.
The moments that once stood come now to fall.
Its somber nature keeps man in its thrall.
Burning crisp leaves exude an incense scent.
Does the past year have sins upon its soul
For which it must endure eternal taunt?
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