As the winds whisper secrets of bygone days,
Leaves cascade in a golden ballet,
The world dons a cloak of amber hues,
Embracing the serene, crisp air of fall.

A gentle hush blankets the earth,
The harvest moon rises, round and full,
Nature’s lullaby sings through rustling trees,
As days grow short and nights grow cool.

The scent of pine and earth so fresh,
Invites a stroll through paths adorned,
With scattered leaves, a tapestry of time,
Each step a dance in autumn’s court.

Memories of summer fade like morning mist,
Yet hope springs eternal in the heart,
For fall is but a prelude to winter’s grace,
A season’s end and a new start.