As the leaves turn golden brown,
And the winds begin to sing,
The whispers of autumn call,
Heralding the change it brings.

The air is crisp with mystery,
Each leaf a tale untold,
The forest floor a tapestry,
Of scarlet, amber, and gold.

The days grow short, the nights grow long,
A time to gather close and warm,
To listen to the autumn song,
And cherish nature’s charm.

So let us walk through autumn’s gate,
And relish every hue,
For in this season’s gentle state,
We find a world anew.