In the heart of the forest, where silence reigns,
Autumn whispers secrets through golden chains.
Leaves, like whispers, fall gently to the ground,
A tapestry of amber, where dreams are found.

The air is crisp, a soft embrace of cold,
As stories of the past in each breath unfold.
Through branches bare, the sunlight gently streams,
Illuminating paths of forgotten dreams.

The scent of earth, rich and deep, does rise,
As autumn weaves its magic through the skies.
Each step upon the fallen leaves does sing,
A melody of nature, a timeless ring.

In this season, where endings gently blend,
With whispers of renewal, life does mend.
Autumn’s kiss, a promise softly spoken,
In every falling leaf, a heart awoken.