In the tender breath of September’s dawn,
Whispers of change begin to softly sing.
Golden hues paint the morning’s canvas drawn,
As leaves twirl in the gentle breeze of spring.

The sun drapes warmth on fields of amber grain,
While shadows stretch and play upon the ground.
A symphony of colors in refrain,
As nature’s palette in beauty is profound.

Dreams wander through the crisp and cooling air,
Carried on winds of hope and sweet refrain.
In silent moments, hearts become aware,
Of the magic that September’s days contain.

Beneath a sky of endless azure blue,
September whispers secrets to the trees.
A promise of renewal, pure and true,
In every rustling leaf that rides the breeze.