I love the sound of leaves crunching under my feet,
The crisp air in the morning,
The smell of pumpkin spice in the air.
It all feels like home to me.
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I like to call it a fresh start,
Or maybe even a chance to make things right.
It's the time to reflect on the past.
Be grateful and look towards a sunnier tomorrow.
The seasons turn.
A gift from nature deemed so rare,
This is the time to love, to dream, and to share.
The old gives way and the new takes hold,
In stories that are, yet to be told.