Golden hues blanket the earth’s embrace,
As whispers of wind serenade the trees.
In every rustle, tales of grace,
A season’s dance, a gentle tease.

Amber and crimson paint the skies,
With every sunset, warmth departs.
The world prepares as nature sighs,
In silent rhythm, autumn starts.

Footsteps crunch on paths of gold,
A melody beneath the feet.
Stories of the days of old,
In every leaf that we meet.

Embrace the chill, the fading light,
For in this season, beauty lies.
A fleeting glimpse before the night,
In fall’s embrace, the spirit flies.