Progress

Leaves turn brown

‘Ere they fall

To waiting ground.

 

 

I heard

A bird’s

Alarm call.

 

Autumn will become

Winter. The sun

Will burn out.

 

 

Some still shout

Of human progress

While leaves fall.

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