In the golden light of fall’s embrace,
Leaves whisper secrets in the breeze,
Their colors a tapestry of grace,
Dancing softly among the trees.

Crisp air carries stories old and new,
As shadows lengthen, days grow brief,
A season’s end in every hue,
Painted in the quiet of belief.

The earth prepares for winter’s chill,
Yet beauty lingers in decay,
Each leaf a testament to will,
To live, to change, then fall away.

So let us gather all that’s bright,
These fleeting moments, rich and rare,
For in the whispers of the night,
Lies the promise of dreams we share.