The crisp air of autumn softly sings,
As leaves turn gold, a timeless hymn.
The forest whispers, secrets unfold,
In hues of amber, tales are told.

Beneath the canopy of fading green,
Shadows dance in twilight’s sheen.
The ground, a mosaic of fallen grace,
Each leaf a memory, time can’t erase.

Winds carry the scent of earth’s retreat,
A melody of endings, bittersweet.
Sunlight filters through branches bare,
Illuminating moments, beyond compare.

As daylight dwindles, night grows long,
The heart finds solace in autumn’s song.
A season of reflection, calm and still,
In fall’s embrace, we find our will.