In the gentle sway of autumnâs breath,
Leaves dance to the rhythm of time,
A golden carpet spreads beneath our feet,
As whispers of the season softly chime.
The trees, once cloaked in vibrant green,
Now wear robes of amber and rust,
Their branches reach towards the sky,
Embracing the chill with quiet trust.
The air, crisp with tales untold,
Carries the scent of woodsmoke and spice,
Each moment a fleeting masterpiece,
Painted in hues of natureâs device.
As daylight fades to twilightâs glow,
The earth prepares for its quiet rest,
In the heart of fall, dreams are sown,
Promises of renewal in natureâs breast.