A spontaneous poem in English by an unsure French person

Round is this planet, and it revolves around the Sun.    
From solstice to equinox
Controlled burns and forest fires  
Sweet strawberries  
Memories of peaches and tears  
Are fading.  

As the streets smell of chestnut  
And the woods fill with mushrooms  
And my pots bubble up with hot pumpkin soup. 

Bare is this planet, as it revolves around the Sun.  
Down with the leaves in a last flash of color  
Before greys and browns take over  
So that nothing pulls your gaze away  
From the pearl colored skies  
Of Autumn.  

All hail the new season  
A quarter of a revolution  
Has passed.  
And that realization  
Comes as emancipation  
At last.  

Because that girl crossed the Styx  
And came back  
Forever altered by the black water  
And yet  

Round was the planet that still revolved around the Sun.  

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