When it falls it fall down gracefully
Dancing in the wind as it blows gently
Silently singing between the frost and ice
Everywhere it lands it cast colours of beauty
Then the call of the last summer dies with the sun
As the darkness fell above the trees
Blanketing it slowly with transparent milky mist
When the cries of the crow filled the evening
With songs of harvest, the full moon and rebirth of time
It is time to warm the fireplace and sing
Can you hear the teapot whistle, “Come and hurry!”
It is time to sit, to rest and telling stories
This is the Moment of the Fall
The Moment to Recall.

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