In the quiet rustle of falling leaves,
Autumn whispers secrets to the wind,
Painting the world in hues of gold,
As nature’s cycle gracefully spins.

The crisp air carries a gentle chill,
As daylight softly fades away,
Trees stand adorned in fiery crowns,
Embracing the fleeting autumn day.

Beneath the amber sky, shadows dance,
On paths carpeted with nature’s art,
Each step a crunch of time’s embrace,
A melody that warms the heart.

As twilight falls, the world grows still,
Wrapped in the season’s tender call,
We cherish the moments of autumn’s grace,
In the gentle whisper of leaves that fall.