As the leaves turn golden brown,
And the air grows crisp and cool,
The whispers of autumn’s embrace,
Begin to gently rule.

The trees stand tall and proud,
In garments of red and gold,
Their beauty sings a silent song,
Of tales yet to be told.

Beneath the canopy of stars,
The harvest moon does glow,
And in the silence of the night,
Dreams begin to flow.

With every falling leaf,
A story comes to end,
Yet in the heart of autumn,
New beginnings blend.