The sweeper.

Tis the season of change
littering the ground
With golden Ambition,
Leaves of colour coat the paths, the sweeper
Dreams long into day
- so many shades of grass, as the trees prepare for illumination
Soon to bare their branches, naked, fresh
Renewed
Through hopeful eyes
A wonderland, is viewed.

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