The whispering leaves of autumn call,
A gentle breeze through trees so tall.
With hues of gold and crimson bright,
They paint the world in soft twilight.
Beneath the canopy of falling grace,
Shadows dance in a mellow embrace.
Each leaf a story, each gust a song,
In autumnâs arms, we all belong.
The harvest moon in silver gleam,
Reflects the earthâs most vivid dream.
Natureâs quilt of colors unfurled,
A masterpiece of the natural world.
As days grow short and nights extend,
Autumn whispers, “This is not the end.”
For in the cycle of life, we see,
The promise of renewal yet to be.