The mist throughout the tree descends

Around the golden leaves it blends.

The sweet and simple hues of fall

Together bound with a silky scrawl.

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A silent whispered breath it stays

Bending light into a haze.

A delicate strand of silky song

Twisting through the sharp night long.

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A pinch of sky brought from the clouds,

Among the branches gently enshrouds.

Entwined among the worthless gold;

Nature’s silent fable unfolds.

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Though only the eye can catch the story,

Only the tongue can share the glory,

But only the heart can treasure and hold

The beauty, worthless, yet rare as gold.