September arrives with a gentle sigh,
Painting the sky with hues of gold and blue.
Leaves whisper secrets as they bid goodbye,
To the summer’s warmth they once knew.

The air is crisp, filled with promise and dreams,
A quiet reflection on what has been lost.
Nature’s canvas changes, or so it seems,
As the winds of time gently exhaust.

Shadows grow longer, days become brief,
Each sunset a masterpiece of light.
In the heart of the earth, there’s a quiet belief,
That even in endings, there’s something bright.

September’s song, a melody so pure,
Echoes through valleys, mountains, and streams.
It’s a gentle reminder to always endure,
And cherish the beauty of our fleeting dreams.