Leaves cascade like golden rain,
Whispering secrets of summer’s end,
A tapestry woven in hues of flame,
As autumn’s chill begins to mend.

Winds carry tales of distant lands,
Rustling branches with gentle sighs,
The earth adorned in nature’s bands,
Beneath the vast and open skies.

Shadows lengthen in the fading light,
As twilight paints the world in gold,
A symphony of colors bright,
In stories of the days of old.

In autumn’s grace, we find repose,
A moment’s pause in the year’s swift flight,
Embracing change as the season goes,
Into the quiet of the night.