The whispering winds of autumn’s embrace,
Paint the world in hues of gold and grace.
Leaves pirouette in a delicate dance,
A fleeting moment, a fleeting chance.

The crisp air carries tales of old,
As nature’s stories quietly unfold.
Shadows lengthen, days grow brief,
In fall’s embrace, we find relief.

The harvest moon glows soft and bright,
Guiding us through the tranquil night.
Stars above in endless array,
Light the path, show us the way.

In autumn’s arms, we find our peace,
A gentle pause, a sweet release.
The earth prepares for winter’s sleep,
In fall’s embrace, our dreams we keep.