As leaves turn gold and gently fall,
The crisp air whispers tales of change,
A season’s dance, nature’s call,
In autumn’s arms, we rearrange.

The harvest moon lights up the night,
Shadows play in soft moonbeams,
A tapestry of orange and white,
We wander through our autumn dreams.

The scent of earth, the rustling trees,
A symphony of nature’s song,
The world slows down, a moment to seize,
In autumn’s grace, we all belong.

With every step, with every breath,
We find ourselves in autumn’s lore,
A season of life, a little death,
And yet, we yearn for something more.