The sky ignites in amber fire,
While trees in copper robes aspire
To match the heavens' painted glow—
A masterpiece both high and low. Below, the quiet street winds home
Through nature's gilded autumn dome,
Where every leaf's a burning coal
And sunset warms the evening soul. The ordinary world transforms
In light that heals and light that warms,
As day surrenders to the night
In one last burst of golden light. | 
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