As autumn whispers through the trees,
Leaves cascade in golden streams,
A tapestry of crimson and gold,
Nature’s serene, enchanting dreams.

The air is crisp with a gentle breeze,
Whispering secrets of days gone by,
Shadows lengthen in the fading light,
Beneath the twilight’s velvet sky.

Harvest’s bounty fills the land,
A season’s end, a time to rest,
The earth prepares for winter’s hand,
In autumn’s quiet, we are blessed.

Moments of reflection, moments of peace,
As nature slows its hurried pace,
The beauty of autumn, a timeless embrace,
In every leaf, a story’s trace.