Fallen leaves cackle as the cool wind shy away
As Robert Frost wrote about birches bending from left and right
Robert Burns writes about a red rose and his love
In the wilderness Robert Graves found tears
As a lover wept
The west wind blew, bringing the breath of Autumn's being
On a May morning, John Milton welcomed life
As the bright morning star came dancing
Saluting for living one more day
No lover has loved the beauty of nature
Like John Masefield did
Spring grass, the soft spring rain and the old chant of the sea
Lord Byron often dreamt
Of rayless, pathless and an icy earth
Scared of darkness taking over her, the universe
Fires blazed in the heavens of Christopher Brennan
The cicada's screamed, the trees cried for help
Nature poets wept
Robert Bridges bought back the snow-capped mountains
The rivers and the trees
Among the flowers, the heavenly air
Poets wrote about the beautiful mornings
And a paradise in nature
The last leaf shall never fall!
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