As autumn paints the world in hues of gold,
The whispering leaves tell tales untold.
A symphony of colors in the breeze,
Dancing to the rhythm of the trees.
The air grows crisp, the days grow short,
Nature’s final, grand report.
A fleeting moment, a gentle sigh,
As summer bids its last goodbye.
The harvest moon, so full and bright,
Guides us through the cooler night.
Stars that shimmer, skies so clear,
Mark the end of another year.
In this season of change and grace,
We find a peaceful, quiet place.
To reflect on time so swiftly flown,
And cherish the moments we’ve known.