In the gentle embrace of autumn’s hand,
Leaves dance softly to the earth’s command.
Hues of gold and amber fill the sky,
As whispers of change in the breezes fly.
The forest, a canvas of vibrant dreams,
Reflects the sun’s warm, fading beams.
Each step through the rustling leaves,
Tells stories of time the earth weaves.
The air, crisp with a hint of frost,
Carries the scent of summer lost.
Yet in its chill, there’s a sweet refrain,
Promising life will bloom again.
As twilight deepens, stars awake,
Painting the night with a silvery lake.
In autumn’s quiet, a melody plays,
Echoing the beauty of changing days.