As autumn graces the weary land,
Leaves descend in a vibrant dance,
A tapestry woven by nature’s hand,
Of fleeting beauty, a fleeting chance.

Crimson, amber, gold ignite the earth,
A fire that burns, yet leaves no scars,
The whisper of leaves in their gentle mirth,
A song that rises to kiss the stars.

Beneath the canopy of the fading green,
Dreams of summer gently fade away,
In the crisp air, a chill serene,
Invites the heart to quietly sway.

The ground becomes a painter’s sheet,
With hues that tell of time’s embrace,
Each step a melody, soft and sweet,
In this fleeting, vibrant, autumnal grace.