Slowly they wander over the sky,
leaving clear trails showing their silent paths.
Tracking by the eye one particularly clear,
unspoken words fly upon the wind,
whirling about as fallen autumn leaves.
Clear is the crisp night,
as the seasons draw to an end.
Promises of a new life to come,
walks in the footsteps of spring.
With each blooming flower now hope unfolds.
Green leaves a symbol of the life that swells inside.
Now the day draws close,
the beginning of the new era,
where dreams again come true and alive.
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