In the gentle whisper of autumn’s breeze,
Leaves dance with grace in golden hues,
A tapestry woven by nature’s hand,
As summer’s warmth bids its adieus.

The sun dips lower in the sky,
Casting shadows long and deep,
Each step on the carpet of fallen dreams,
A memory of times we wish to keep.

The scent of earth, rich and profound,
Fills the air with stories untold,
Of seasons past and those to come,
In whispers of red and gold.

As twilight falls with gentle grace,
The world wraps itself in a quiet sigh,
Embracing the peace of autumn’s touch,
Beneath a canopy of a painted sky.