By Maggie and Izzy 5K
When the sun in the sky is low,
It lights the trees with a fiery glow.
It goes over the place where the rabbit hops,
And barely peeks over the hilltops.
It turns the duck pond a fiery red,
It reminds me of stories and what they said.
About the magical aura the sun sends,
As the autumnal day ends.
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