Leaves of amber kiss the ground,
A tapestry of colors, spun around.
The whispering winds sing their song,
As autumn’s grace lingers long.

The trees, now dressed in gold attire,
Bask in the glow of twilight’s fire.
Shadows dance on the forest floor,
As nature dreams of days before.

Crisp air carries tales anew,
Of harvest time and morning dew.
Each breath a reminder of fleeting days,
As summer’s warmth gently fades.

Beneath the canopy of twilight’s hue,
A world transformed, so fresh, so true.
In autumn’s arms, we find our peace,
And from the world, a sweet release.