As the leaves turn golden brown, And the winds begin to sing, The whispers of autumn call, Heralding the change…
In the quiet whisper of dawn, time begins its endless march, Unseen, yet felt in every breath, in every fleeting…
In the stillness of the winter night, The snow lays thick, a shroud so white. Trees stand bare, their branches…
Beneath the canopy of leaves so grand, Where whispers of the wind do softly blend, Stand the giants, rooted in…
The sun blazes in the azure sky, relentless and fierce, Its golden rays piercing through the air, a fiery spear.…
In the depths of winter’s grasp, she wanders, A queen beneath the world, where shadows cease, Her heart a prisoner…
Leaves of amber, gold, and red, Dance upon the crisp, cool air. A tapestry of nature spread, Autumn’s whisper, soft…