In the gentle sway of autumn’s grace,
Leaves whisper tales of time and space.
Golden hues dance in the breeze,
A fleeting moment, nature’s tease.

Crisp air carries the scent of change,
A tapestry of colors, rich and strange.
Beneath the boughs, where shadows play,
The earth prepares for winter’s stay.

A symphony of rust and gold,
Stories of warmth in the growing cold.
The sun dips low, a fleeting glow,
As day and night in balance flow.

In the heart of fall, a quiet song,
Where every leaf knows it won’t be long.
Yet in this cycle, beauty’s found,
In autumn’s arms, where life spins round.