Leaves dance upon the whispering breeze,
Painted in hues of amber and gold.
A symphony of nature’s gentle tease,
As stories of autumn slowly unfold.
Trees shed their summer’s verdant attire,
Laying a carpet of dreams on the ground.
The world ignites in a quiet fire,
In fall’s serene and silent sound.
Crisp air carries the scent of earth and pine,
Whispers of change in every breath.
The harvest moon begins to softly shine,
Marking the cycle of life’s gentle death.
In this season’s tender, fleeting grace,
We find beauty in the letting go.
Embracing change, we find our place,
In fall’s embrace, our spirits grow.