In November’s quiet, the world slows down, Golden leaves cascade, a gentle crown. The air is crisp, with whispers so…
The leaves whisper secrets in their descent, Golden hues dance in the crisp air, Nature’s lullaby, a soothing lament, As…
As summer fades, the leaves take flight, In hues of gold and crimson bright. They twirl and glide to earth…
In orchards where the sunlight gleams, Among the leaves of emerald green, There rests a fruit of countless dreams, The…
Leaves fall like whispers from ancient trees, Each one a tale of time’s gentle decay. Golden hues and crimson dreams,…
In winter’s hush, the world lays still, A blanket white on every hill, The trees stand bare, their branches cold,…