September whispers through the trees,
A gentle call of autumn’s breeze.
Leaves dance in hues of red and gold,
As stories of the past unfold.
The sun dips low, its golden rays,
Embrace the earth in softest haze.
The days grow short, yet hearts feel light,
In September’s calm, a pure delight.
Memories linger in the air,
Of laughter shared, and moments rare.
September sings a soulful song,
A melody where we belong.
As twilight falls, the stars appear,
Guiding dreams, dispelling fear.
In September’s gentle, loving gaze,
We find our peace, in autumn’s maze.