In the gentle sigh of the autumn breeze,
Leaves descend like whispered secrets,
Painting the earth with golden dreams,
A tapestry of time, softly woven.
The sun dips low, a warm embrace,
Casting shadows in amber hues,
As nature dons her russet cloak,
And whispers linger in the air.
Crisp air carries tales untold,
Of harvest moons and quiet nights,
Where stars dance in the velvet sky,
Guiding wanderers to cozy hearths.
Beneath the trees, in quiet reverie,
Hearts find solace in the fading light,
As autumn sings her gentle lullaby,
A farewell to the summerâs flight.