In the hush of autumn’s tender sighs,
Leaves of gold descend from lofty skies.
Whispers of the wind dance through the trees,
Painting the earth with a gentle breeze.

The amber hues of twilight softly glow,
As shadows lengthen and the days grow slow.
Crisp air carries dreams of harvest’s song,
Where the hearts of nature’s creatures belong.

Beneath the canopy of autumn’s charm,
We find solace, safe from winter’s harm.
A season’s embrace, both warm and serene,
In the golden light, our spirits convene.

With every step on paths of rust and red,
We honor the cycle where life is led.
Autumn’s essence, both fleeting and bright,
Leaves an imprint in the fading light.