The air is growing crisp, and the moonlit mights are cool.
The trees are slowly changing,and my world is like a jewel.
The leaves are all in costume, for their final presentation.
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The world,it stands so still, in great anticipation.
Every year they hold a ball. both heaven and earth await
this glorious promenade that took only seasons to create.
The ballerinas fall gracefully on the platform, their spotlight is so short, but it is oh so warm.
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They tumble and they twirl, and they leap and they unfurl, their beauty and serenity neglected by moral sight .
Their color, oh so lovely, reflected by heaven's light.
Their feet touch the earth, with no sound at all, as they peer up to the others, dancing in the ball.
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Once they finish the glorious drama, the angels respond with cheers.
They cascade through the air in a whisper while the demons look on with leers.
We have celebrated death , now we shall rejoice in rest, as a new season
begins, letting earth realize how graciously it is blessed.
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The air grow cooler, cooler yet and soon white stars will form a net.
And before long the net will become a blanket, extending over the land.
The blanket allows the earth to slumber in quiet solitude.
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Flowers spring forth in an excellent display, of the beauty and the luster of this new and brighter day.
The trees how they dazzle in the new and glowing light, even the birds are beaming with delight.
As more and more creatures correlate in the glorious celebration.
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So in this world, each day is a cause for praise.
As we celebrate life and love, and death.
In God's most perfect ways.
