While you were scrolling
Oh my soul
The clouds were piling
Up in the west
The leaves were falling
Silently around
The geese began their ascent
Forming their V above you
The sun hit the clouds
In it’s descent
The light changed
To a golden hue
Then became pink
Like the summer’s last rose
It lit the tree tops on fire
And the falling leaves
Turned to gold
The light hit your phone
And you looked up
Just in time to see
The geese overhead
The rosey light changing
Yet again
With the sun setting
Over the water
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