Leaves of amber, gold, and red,
Dance upon the breeze’s thread.
Soft whispers through the forest call,
In autumn’s gentle, graceful fall.
The air is crisp, the skies are clear,
As nature’s hues begin to veer.
A tapestry of earth’s delight,
Unfolds beneath the fading light.
Shadows lengthen, days grow brief,
As trees shed their leafy grief.
The world in muted tones does lie,
Beneath the autumn’s watchful eye.
In this season, hearts find peace,
As summerâs fervor starts to cease.
Embrace the calm, the quiet cheer,
For autumn’s grace is always near.