The golden hues of autumn’s gentle sway,
Whisper secrets of the fading sun,
As leaves descend in a graceful ballet,
Their journey through the air just begun.

The crisp air carries tales of time’s retreat,
While the earth dons a rich, amber gown,
In the rustle of branches, a rhythm discrete,
Nature’s symphony in a small town.

Shadows grow long under the waning light,
As twilight wraps the world in its fold,
The harvest moon rises, a guardian bright,
As stories of the season gently unfold.

Embrace the warmth of autumn’s gentle hand,
As the world prepares for winter’s call,
In the dance of leaves across the land,
We find beauty in the rise and fall.