He awakens to an air of chill...
As autumn turns the edge
At the cascade's northern most latitude-
Her cold breath tenses his carefree attitude
As he must ready to jump the ledge
Across to the valley's river flow
Leaving behind leaves falling in throe-
As murmuration of starlings swoop in concert movement
And sit in trees of bare; like dark thoughts in the moment
For change is present and calls the mighty bear to sleep
And the lone hunter to return to a quiet in keep
As winter's cold touch taketh away the strong who is weak
The naive who is foolish and the frightened that is meek
As well as offer eternal harmony upon all that is ill.
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