Beauty of the autumn
Ah, sweet sweetgum tree,
Bearing pointed star leaves
And prickly spheres of seed.
They're the bane of every lawn man
And still yet it seems to me
There is no greater beauty
Than the sweetgum tree!
Your foliage turns a yellow
Then orange as pumpkin rind
Red like candied apples
Then purple as fine wine.
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