As the world turns to shades of gold,
Leaves whisper tales of days untold.
Under the canopy of a fading sun,
Autumn’s dance has just begun.
The wind carries a crisp, sweet song,
Guiding the leaves as they drift along.
In the rustle of branches, secrets lie,
Beneath the harvest moonâs gentle eye.
The air is rich with scents of earth,
A time of rest, a time of rebirth.
Nature dons her fiery cloak,
In every hue, her beauty spoke.
With each step on the amber ground,
A symphony of color and sound.
Embrace the fleeting moments here,
For autumn’s grace is ever near.