Gentle whispers in the cool autumn breeze,
Crimson and gold, the leaves they tease,
Dancing down from the ancient trees,
A symphony of nature, a moment of peace.
Softly they fall, like dreams in the night,
Blanketing the earth in a tapestry of light,
Each leaf a memory, a story, a flight,
Embracing the ground, a beautiful sight.
The air is filled with the scent of change,
A season’s end, so calm, so strange,
Nature’s art, in a vast, vibrant range,
A fleeting beauty, within our grasp, yet out of range.
As the days grow short and the nights grow cold,
We treasure the moments, the stories told,
In the autumn leaves, a tale unfolds,
Of life’s fleeting beauty, both young and old.