Golden Glory

Sprightly green Aspen leaves
unshy for a ballad feat;
spirited by the music
Of the gusty wind.
Dyed in youthful green
countless leaves
sparkle as new.
Love it is;
as golden rays kiss
the dainty greens.
Crabapples' pink
show up few;
in testimony to nature's
sense of hue.
O' shimmery summer
you've brought in a world anew.

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