This is a poem I would like to use in my piece. I do not know how to post a map as yet.
Autumn
A North wind blows in the cold breeze;
And trees become bare of their leaves.
As they fall to the ground; earth tones
Of yellow, Orange, purple and brown.
Temperatures rise, and they fall;
Maple, oak and pine trees still remain tall.
Bushes of lilac and purple heather,
Flourish the mountains during this weather.
Reindeers wonder among the woods; as
Squirrels gather acorns to store some food.
Vineyards of grape will soon be turned into wine.
Autumn is the season of maturity in decline.
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