All roads lead to autumn.
Down crimson aisles
The car is running on to enchanting afterwhiles.
All roads lead to autumn.
The leaves with laughter
Swirl around the car and gaily follow after.
All roads lead to autumn.
Wild asters and goldenrod
Join decorating talents with the bursting milkweed pod.
All roads lead to autumn.
The red haws cling
Like periods that end the ardent sentences of spring.
All roads lead to autumn.
An enticing sun and forest halls
Beckon on and on till the lane quail calls.
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