In the hush of the twilight’s gentle embrace,
Leaves turn gold, a fleeting grace.
Whispers of the wind, soft and mild,
Cradle the earth, nature’s child.

A canvas painted in warm hues,
Rustling leaves, a serenade of clues.
The scent of autumn fills the air,
A symphony of colors beyond compare.

Under the boughs where shadows play,
Memories of summer start to stray.
In the cool breeze, a hint of chill,
Yet hearts are warmed, spirits fill.

As the days grow shorter, nights grow long,
The world joins in an ancient song.
Embrace the season, heed the call,
For there is beauty in the fall.