In the gentle fall of leaves, whispers softly call,
The golden hues dance beneath the amber sky,
A tender breeze carries tales of summer’s end,
As nature prepares for its quiet slumber.

The trees stand tall, adorned in fiery crown,
Their branches sway, singing autumn’s song,
The ground becomes a tapestry of vibrant dreams,
Where every step crunches with nostalgic echoes.

Crisp air fills the lungs with a chill of change,
While the sun dips low, casting longer shadows,
The world is painted in shades of warmth,
Yet whispers promise winter’s gentle touch.

In this moment of transition, peace prevails,
The heart finds solace in nature’s cycle,
For in each ending, there’s a quiet beginning,
And the fall of leaves heralds a new dawn.