As leaves turn gold and crimson,
The whispering winds take flight,
They dance in twilight’s gentle haze,
Embracing the fall of night.

Beneath the amber canopy,
Shadows softly play,
The earth adorned in autumn’s grace,
In hues of fleeting day.

The crisp air sings a lullaby,
To the weary, wandering soul,
In fields of fading summer’s bloom,
Where time begins to stroll.

With each breath of the season,
A story old and wise,
Autumn’s touch, a tender kiss,
Beneath the silent skies.