Leaves of amber, gold, and crimson fall,
A gentle whisper in the autumn air.
Nature’s quilt spreads over all,
A masterpiece beyond compare.

The trees stand tall, yet slowly shed,
Their vibrant hues to earth descend.
Each leaf a story, softly said,
In the breeze, their journeys blend.

The air grows crisp, the days retreat,
To shorter hours of fading light.
Yet in this season, bittersweet,
There’s magic in the quiet night.

Autumn’s touch, a fleeting grace,
Reminds us of the cycles spun.
In every leaf, we see a trace,
Of life’s embrace, as seasons run.