In the golden embrace of autumn’s reign,
Leaves whisper secrets to the silent ground.
The crisp air holds memories of summer’s flame,
Now fading to hues of amber and brown.

Trees stand tall, their crowns a fiery blaze,
As the earth dons its warm, rustic coat.
The sun sinks lower, casting a gentle haze,
On fields where harvest songs once float.

The dance of leaves, a waltz upon the breeze,
Each one a story, a fragment of time.
They twirl and fall with effortless ease,
A fleeting moment, a nature’s rhyme.

As twilight whispers its soft, mournful tune,
The world prepares for winter’s cold embrace.
In autumn’s light, beneath the harvest moon,
We find solace in this transient grace.