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The song of the tree frog

Echoes over the fences and brush

Chasing the hummingbird’s energy

Twilight is pretending not to rush

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Oh come September

Announcing gentler days

But August won’t quite surrender

Even after singing summer’s praise

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Autumn waits impatiently

The leader of a holiday parade

Her colors ready to pop

A festive, wistful serenade

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Summer stokes youthful embers

Keeping us toasty in the Fall

August rays kiss us goodbye

Ready for their curtain call

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By September, the wine is ready

Fruity, the scent fills the air

Life is harvested, we are thankful

We raise a glass and say a prayer