In the golden breath of autumn’s grace,
Leaves whisper stories in the breeze,
A gentle dance of timeâs embrace,
Painting dreams among the trees.
Crimson hues and amber glow,
A tapestry woven by natureâs hand,
Each leaf a tale of joy and woe,
Falling softly on the land.
The rustling symphony fills the air,
As branches sway in tender song,
In every gust, a memory shared,
Of seasons past, where we belong.
Beneath the canopy, shadows play,
In the fleeting light of autumnâs kiss,
A fleeting moment, a gentle sway,
In the quiet beauty of natureâs bliss.