As leaves turn gold, a gentle whisper calls,
Painting the earth in hues of amber dreams.
The crisp air dances, weaving through the halls,
Of ancient trees where sunlight softly gleams.

Beneath the canopy, a carpet lies,
Of fallen leaves that rustle with each step.
The forest sings a lullaby of skies,
As nature’s beauty in its arms is kept.

The chill of autumn’s breath upon my face,
Reminds me of the fleeting time we share.
In every moment, find a sacred space,
To savor life, to breathe the fragrant air.

So let us wander through this golden land,
Embracing every whisper, every sound.
For in the heart of fall, we understand,
The beauty of the cycles that surround.