Can you hear the melancholy echo?
Like a bagpipe in the distance, so alone
Autumn casts its mist on the river
Pensive, reflecting upon its past history
Contemplating the summer fading away
Evolution's cycle is everlasting change
Waxing and waning like the turning tide
A temporary desolation covers the land
As this our earth prepares to slumber
The slow advent of winter's barren days
A chill in the air, carried by the wind
The river reflecting the season's passing
Leaving the joys of summer in its wake
The current always and forever changing
Acclimatising to nature's seasons of time
All things to be draped in autumn's mist
While the river sheds its sombre tears
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