In the gentle rustle of golden leaves,
Autumn whispers secrets to the breeze,
Painting the world in amber hues,
A tapestry of nature’s muse.

The crisp air dances with morning mist,
As sunlight filters through branches kissed,
By the fleeting touch of time’s embrace,
Transforming earth with delicate grace.

Fields of amber stretch far and wide,
Underneath the vast, cerulean sky,
Where shadows play in the fading light,
And day softly surrenders to night.

In every leaf that gently falls,
A story of change and beauty calls,
A reminder that in every end,
Lies the promise of spring to mend.