The golden leaves descend in graceful dance,
A symphony of colors, nature’s final trance.
The whispers of the wind, a gentle call,
Embracing autumn’s majesty, we stand in awe.
The sun dips low, a burnished glow it casts,
Upon the fields and forests vast.
Each leaf a story, each breeze a song,
In the quietude of fall, our hearts belong.
The amber hues and crimson flames ignite,
A tapestry of time, so vivid, so bright.
In the stillness, we find a soft embrace,
As autumn’s beauty fills this sacred space.
The twilight whispers secrets, soft and clear,
Of days gone by and memories so dear.
In autumn’s fleeting, tender grace,
We find a moment, a quiet place.