It’s autumn in Georgia,
and nature’s death,
has never looked more beautiful.
The hills roll away like sleeping lions.
The untamed splendor
of dying leaves is strangely magical.
As God paints the mountains in
primary colors,
they bleed into one another,
Creating rust-colored
mountain ranges
with ice capped peaks.
It’s autumn in Georgia, and
nature’s death,
has never looked more beautiful.
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