In the gentle hush of autumn’s breath,
Golden leaves descend, a dance of grace,
Whispering secrets of the season’s death,
Yet birthing beauty in their soft embrace.

The trees adorned in fiery hues of red,
Stand tall beneath the cool and crisp sky,
A palette vibrant where the summer fled,
Nature’s art, as time goes drifting by.

The air, a tapestry of warmth and chill,
Carries the scent of earth and wood anew,
With every step, a crunch beneath the hill,
A symphony of echoes, soft and true.

Oh fall, you weave a tale of change and rest,
In every leaf that tumbles to the ground,
A gentle reminder, we are truly blessed,
In your serene and golden world, we’re found.