In the golden glow of autumn’s gentle sigh,
Leaves cascade like whispers from a fading sky.
Crimson and amber dance in the mellow breeze,
Nature’s artwork painted on the trees.

The air grows crisp with tales of days gone by,
As shadows lengthen and the birds take flight.
A symphony of colors graces the land,
While the earth prepares for winter’s gentle hand.

Beneath the canopy of rust and gold,
Stories of the past in silence are told.
Each rustle of leaves, a chapter, a rhyme,
In the fleeting moments of autumn’s time.

As the twilight deepens and the stars appear,
The world slows down, as if to hear,
The gentle whisper of autumn’s embrace,
A fleeting beauty, a tranquil grace.