Poem: Summer, Fall

In the summer,
steps could hardly be taken,
the heat pressed down,
the sun glared,
and as life seemed to drain away,
a respite was imagined.

In the fall,
steps went on for miles,
a coolness flowed in the breeze,
the sun shined softly,
and as life seemed to pause and breathe,
a respite was experienced.

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