In the gentle sway of golden leaves,
A whispering breeze carries tales untold,
As daylight softly leans and heaves,
Painting the world in hues of gold.

The trees, adorned in fiery grace,
Stand tall against the crisp blue sky,
Their beauty in a fleeting chase,
As nature sings a lullaby.

Beneath the amber canopy’s glow,
Footsteps crunch on the carpeted earth,
Each echoing step, a silent show,
Of autumn’s gentle, wistful mirth.

As twilight falls and stars appear,
The chill of night begins to creep,
Yet in this season, hearts draw near,
As the world around us drifts to sleep.