In the gentle sway of amber leaves,
The whispering winds softly call,
Nature paints her vivid tapestry,
In the golden light of fall.
The crisp air dances through the trees,
A symphony of rustling sound,
Each leaf a story of its own,
Descending slowly to the ground.
The world adorned in hues of gold,
A fleeting beauty to behold,
As time stands still in autumn’s arms,
Its magic never grows old.
In this serene and quiet grace,
We find a moment to reflect,
Embraced by autumn’s gentle touch,
A season of warmth and respect.