In the gentle embrace of autumn’s breath,
Leaves descend in a dance, a graceful flight,
Golden hues paint the earth beneath,
As the sun dips low, yielding to the night.

Crisp whispers echo through the trees,
A symphony of nature’s gentle song,
The air, a tapestry of coolness and ease,
As the world prepares for winter’s long.

The harvest moon casts a silvery glow,
On fields adorned with nature’s gold,
Stories of seasons past, they show,
In every leaf, a tale untold.

In this fleeting time of change and grace,
We find beauty in the cycle’s end,
Autumn’s tender, ephemeral embrace,
A reminder of the time we spend.