In the gentle hush of autumn’s grace,
Leaves whisper secrets to the breeze,
Golden hues paint the earth’s embrace,
As time slows down in nature’s ease.

Crisp air carries tales of change,
A tapestry of colors unfolds,
Where every leaf, a story strange,
In amber and crimson, silently told.

The sun dips low in the afternoon sky,
Casting shadows in a dance of light,
While nature dons her rich attire,
In a fleeting moment, pure delight.

In this season of quiet reflection,
Where every breeze is a gentle caress,
We find solace in autumn’s direction,
A reminder of life’s tender progress.