In the gentle sway of autumn’s breath,
Leaves part from their branches’ hold,
A tapestry of colors beneath,
As nature’s story quietly unfolds.

Golden whispers in the wind,
As crimson dreams softly descend,
A fleeting moment, a gentle blend,
In the dance that knows no end.

Silent echoes of time’s embrace,
The rustle of leaves in their descent,
Marking the passage, the gentle grace,
Of seasons’ change, their testament.

Under the sky of fading hues,
The world in amber light,
A farewell whispered in the breeze,
As autumn leaves take flight.