In the gentle sway of autumn’s breath,
Leaves cascade like whispered dreams,
A symphony of colors softly weaves,
Through the tapestry of sunlit beams.
Golden hues adorn the ancient trees,
While crisp winds carry tales untold,
Echoes of seasons long since past,
In every leaf of amber and gold.
The earth wears a cloak of russet tones,
As twilight falls with quiet grace,
Nature’s lullaby in rustling notes,
Sings to the heart in this tranquil place.
Beneath the sky of fading light,
Autumn whispers a gentle goodbye,
Promising the return of warmth,
As dreams of spring begin to sigh.