Leaves fall gently, a golden rain,
Whispering secrets, easing the pain.
The trees stand bare, yet full of grace,
In autumn’s soft, serene embrace.

The winds sing songs of days gone by,
As the harvest moon lights up the sky.
Shadows dance in twilight’s glow,
Where the heart of nature flows.

Chill in the air, crisp and clear,
Heralds the end of the year’s sphere.
Yet in this quiet, peaceful time,
There’s a rhythm, a silent rhyme.

As colors fade to earth’s brown hue,
A promise of renewal rings true.
For in the rest of autumn’s eve,
Lies the hope of spring’s reprieve.