The golden leaves descend in gentle waves,
As whispers of autumn touch the earth,
Painting the world in hues of amber and rust,
A symphony of change, a dance of rebirth.

The crisp air carries tales of seasons past,
As nature dons her gown of fiery grace,
Each rustle tells of time’s eternal cast,
In this fleeting beauty, we find our place.

Beneath the canopy of fading green,
We wander through the paths of fallen dreams,
In every step, the crunch of life once seen,
A gentle reminder of life’s flowing streams.

So let us cherish this ephemeral scene,
As autumn’s breath whispers soft and clear,
Embrace the change, the beauty unforeseen,
In the dance of leaves, our hearts adhere.