September whispers through the golden leaves,
Sunlit rays dance upon the morning dew.
The world awakens with a gentle breeze,
As autumn’s kiss touches the skies so blue.

In gardens where the flowers gently sway,
The hues of fall begin their tender bloom.
A symphony of colors on display,
As nature paints her masterpiece of gloom.

The days grow shorter, nights are cool and still,
A quiet calm envelops all around.
The harvest moon ascends above the hill,
Its silver light a beacon so profound.

September sings a song of time’s embrace,
A melody of change and sweet farewell.
In every rustling leaf and moonlit trace,
The secrets of the season softly dwell.