In the golden dance of falling leaves,Whispers of change rustle through the trees.The air is crisp with stories untold,As the world dons its cloak of marigold.Amber hues paint the evening sky,As shadows grow long and birds fly high.The earth, wrapped in a quilt of red and gold,Welcomes the quiet, serene and bold.Crisp air carries the scent of decay,Yet in its wake, life finds a way.The gentle breeze sings a lullaby,To the world preparing for winter’s sigh.In this season of fleeting grace,Time seems to slow its hurried pace.Autumn whispers softly, inviting all,To embrace the beauty of the fall.