Wrapped in autumn’s wind

Dressed in Fall

Born out of the orange skies

Raised within Nature’s walls

Children of October.

Keen eyes,

Swift gaits;

Pretty creatures

Ruthless protectors.

Beauty and balance

Children of October.

They leave a sting like a scorpion

They move like autumnal wind;

They seek for balance

Peacekeepers on a scale.

Intelligence a virtue

Conquer by love,

Children of October

Forever reign!



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