In golden light, the leaves descend,
A gentle dance, as branches bend.
The crisp air whispers tales untold,
Of seasons past and dreams of gold.

The earth adorned in hues of flame,
Each leaf a page, in nature’s name.
The rustling chorus, sweet and clear,
Sings lullabies for those who hear.

The twilight sky, a canvas wide,
Painted with colors side by side.
As shadows stretch, the night draws near,
Wrapping the land in autumn’s cheer.

In this embrace, we find our peace,
A fleeting moment, time’s release.
The fall reminds us, soft and true,
Of life’s brief beauty, ever new.