Leaves cascade in amber streams,
A symphony of whispered dreams.
Autumnâs breath, a gentle call,
To the heart of natureâs thrall.
Golden hues and crimson flames,
Dance upon the woodland frames.
In the dusk of summerâs end,
Autumnâs hand begins to mend.
Crisp air whispers through the trees,
A lullaby carried on the breeze.
Shadows lengthen, night draws near,
Fall’s embrace is ever clear.
Underneath the harvest moon,
Nature sings a timeless tune.
In autumn’s arms, we find our rest,
In her beauty, we are blessed.