New buds sprout from stems
Mountain runoff swells the streams
I drown in your eyes
Grasses grow, lush green, breeze blown
I bask in your warmth
Leafy blankets; chill air blows
I feel your fall frost
Air itself crackles
Bare trees hold empty bird nests
I mourn the love lost
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