Leaves descend in a gentle sway,
A dance of amber, gold, and rust.
The crisp air whispers secrets,
Of a season’s quiet trust.
Trees stand tall, their crowns ablaze,
With colors bold and bright.
Each branch a tapestry,
Of autumnâs glowing light.
Footsteps crunch on paths of gold,
As twilight paints the sky.
The world prepares for slumber,
Beneath a harvest moon’s eye.
In every breath, a promise held,
Of renewal and rebirth.
Fall’s fleeting beauty tells the tale,
Of natureâs endless worth.