In the gentle sway of autumn’s breath,
October whispers secrets to the trees,
As golden leaves descend in graceful dance,
Painting the earth with nature’s gentle ease.

The crisp air carries tales of distant lands,
Where twilight skies embrace the fading sun,
And shadows stretch beneath the harvest moon,
As day and night become a gentle one.

Through fields of amber, dreams begin to roam,
In whispered winds that sing of love and loss,
Each rustling leaf a story yet untold,
A tapestry of memories, soft as moss.

October’s heart beats in the fading light,
A symphony of colors, rich and deep,
As nature’s hand prepares to weave the night,
In slumber’s quiet, where the world will sleep.