In the golden hues of autumn’s gentle sigh,
Leaves whisper tales of time gone by,
A dance of color in the crisp, cool air,
Painting the earth with hues so rare.
Beneath the trees, the shadows play,
As sunlight filters through the day,
The rustling leaves, a soft refrain,
Singing the song of natureâs gain.
The chill of evening starts to creep,
As twilight lulls the world to sleep,
Stars appear in the velvet night,
Guiding dreams with gentle light.
In autumn’s arms, we find our rest,
A season’s gift, a time to bless,
Embrace the change, embrace the fall,
For in this season, we have it all.