Like an artist with a magic paint brush,
So Autumn grabs our hands and our feet.
It magically guides us to a blaze of color.
It transports us to a place of warmth and comfort.
It guides us down winding roads and across lakes that whisper in the breeze.
The colors of a rainbow dance across the leaves
And the sunset and sunrise dance to the tune of the Autumn Breeze.
Can't you hear the sound of leaves underneath your feet?
The cold breeze against your back.
The heart beat of a new season has come.
A door closed and another opened as animals scurry to go to sleep.
This is Autumn can't you hear it call your name?
To come walk down it's lanes.
Come see the wonder that artist with his magic paint brush has painted.
Each year different.
Each year yet another master piece.
Wishing you lots of Tasty English Delights
There's always room for one more.
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