So many vibrant colours with those soft forms,
As once in the spring they grew and made us happily sigh,
In this forest of our choice the winter birds have arrived,
All those special trees with their thousands of leaves,
Drift down from high above but the maples tease,
They'll move along in this cool and quiet breeze,
To colour the trails for all of us too see,
Not a hue competes but its complementary is release,
For now in the woodlands of Marble Range,
Such winds fell the leaves as the rainstorms never cease.
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