In the gentle cradle of the autumn breeze,
Leaves descend like whispers from ancient trees.
A tapestry of gold and crimson unfurls,
Dancing to the rhythm of nature’s swirls.
The air, crisp with tales of yesteryear,
Carries the scent of woodsmoke, drawing near.
Shadows lengthen under a mellow sun,
As days of warmth slowly come undone.
The forest hums with a quiet grace,
As creatures prepare their winter embrace.
A symphony of rustling fills the air,
Nature’s own song, tender and rare.
In this fleeting moment of serene delight,
The world is bathed in autumn’s soft light.
A gentle reminder of life’s sweet refrain,
To cherish each season, again and again.