As leaves descend in golden hues,
The whispering winds of autumn call,
Each rustle a memory, each gust a muse,
In nature’s grand and final ball.
The trees, they sway in gentle dance,
Their branches bare but full of grace,
Beneath the skyâs soft twilight trance,
They bid the summer’s warmth adieu.
The crisp air carries tales untold,
Of harvest moons and twilight beams,
In every breath, a story old,
Of dreams fulfilled and fading gleams.
So let us walk this autumn path,
And feel the earth beneath our feet,
Embrace the seasonâs tender wrath,
In every fall, a life complete.