The leaf feels a little more yellow
Instead of vibrant, living green.
And the Prop’s Department have been busy
Concocting the perfect setting for the latest scene.
The wind’s rustling sounds like an expectant crowd,
Then comes the hush – the light grows dim.
The atmosphere plays the percussion part,
Variations on a theme.
We may fear the crescendo,
But there is wonder in the season –
When it gets loud.
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