As the golden hues embrace the land,
The whispering leaves take their final stand.
The gentle breeze carries tales untold,
Of summer’s end and winter’s cold.

The trees, they dress in shades of flame,
Each leaf a part of nature’s game.
They dance and twirl in the crisp air,
With fleeting beauty, beyond compare.

The harvest moon glows soft and bright,
Guiding creatures through the night.
The scent of earth, so rich and sweet,
Beneath our feet, where seasons meet.

In autumn’s arms, we find our peace,
As time’s relentless march will cease.
For in this fleeting, vibrant show,
Life’s profound truths begin to glow.