As the golden hues embrace the trees,
The whispers of autumn fill the breeze.
Leaves descend like dreams untold,
Painting the earth in shades of gold.
The crisp air carries tales of yore,
Each gust a memory to explore.
Shadows lengthen, days grow brief,
In the gentle dance of each falling leaf.
The twilight sky, a canvas grand,
With strokes of amber, red, and sand.
Natureâs brush, so deft and bright,
Crafts the serene autumn night.
Amongst the rustling symphony,
There lies a quiet, peaceful plea.
To cherish moments, fleeting fast,
And hold the beauty, while it lasts.