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Because the wind should blow,
And reddened leaves should fall;
Because the stream should flow
Beneath the old stone wall.
Because the clover blooms,
And dandelions puff;
Because the winter looms-
Is all this not enough?

Then say it's for the hills,
The hidden groves, the trees,
The warbler's silly trills,
The thump as rabbit flees.
And say the crows are hopping
And cawing out advice-
They hear the acorns dropping
As chipmunks roll the dice.

So say it's for the beauty
And still-remembered joys;
Yes, say we have a duty-
Excuses draped in poise.
But honesty requires
A slightly different tune
For why this heart admires
September more than June.

--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com