In the heart of the whispering woods,
Where golden leaves dance upon the breeze,
Autumn’s touch transforms the world,
Painting dreams with hues of ease.

The sun dips low, a gentle glow,
Casting shadows long and deep,
Nature’s lullaby softly plays,
Lulling the earth to a peaceful sleep.

Crisp air carries tales of old,
Of harvest moons and fireside lore,
Each rustling leaf a story told,
Of days gone by and memories to explore.

In this season of change and grace,
The world dons its colorful attire,
Reminding us of life’s fleeting pace,
And the warmth found in autumn’s fire.