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Mother Nature teases me, signaling fall’s approach, Her intentions manifested in the wind, played through rustling leaves losing their glossiness, shards of sunlight piercing the canopies at angles lowered for the autumn dance between Earth and Sun. Shades from Her palette, degrees in subtleness shape my thoughts demanding rumination in a moment of solitude. Wind carries from the woods the scent of metamorphosis, revealing Gaia’s vulnerability; this I embody, a communion with denizens of the forest.