Beneath the canopy of gold and red,
The autumn leaves whisper secrets untold,
Their gentle rustle, a soft serenade,
In the cool embrace of the evening cold.
The rivers flow with a quiet grace,
Reflecting the sky in hues of twilight,
As the sun bids farewell to the day’s embrace,
And the stars prepare for their gentle night.
Mountains stand tall with silent pride,
Guardians of the forest, ancient and wise,
Their peaks kissed by clouds that gently glide,
Underneath the vast expanse of the skies.
Nature sings in a language so pure,
A timeless melody that soothes the soul,
In every leaf and every gentle breeze,
We find a piece that makes us whole.