This fall, I rise

As the leaves shed to the ground
I leap up with my eye on the sky

The days will shorten
but my doing will extend

The nights will lengthen
but my sleep will shrink

This start of barren winter
births my summer to thrive

My being cooled, will contract 
but my beauty heated, will expand

As the light lessens, the darkness deepens
my luminance inflamed, will linger longer

because this fall, I rise.

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