As autumn whispers through the trees,
Leaves of gold begin their dance,
The forest hums with gentle ease,
A seasonâs song, a fleeting trance.
The amber glow of twilight skies,
Paints the world in hues so warm,
Nature’s canvas, where beauty lies,
A silent calm before the storm.
In the crisp air, a silent plea,
Echoes of what once was green,
Now a tapestry of glee,
Wrapped in autumn’s serene sheen.
Let us wander, hand in hand,
Through this golden, fleeting time,
Embrace the beauty of the land,
And cherish autumn’s gentle rhyme.