Leaves of gold and crimson fall,
Whispering secrets to the ground,
A tapestry of nature’s call,
In autumn’s silent, somber sound.

The air grows crisp, a sharp delight,
As days grow short and nights extend,
The world transforms in autumn’s light,
A fleeting beauty, soon to end.

Trees stand bare, their branches stark,
Against a sky of muted gray,
Yet in this season’s tranquil park,
There’s peace in autumn’s quiet sway.

A time to pause, reflect, and see,
The fleeting nature of our days,
Autumn’s embrace reminds of we,
To cherish life in all its ways.