As leaves fall softly to the ground,
Their whispers speak of time unbound.
The twilight sky, a canvas wide,
Where nature’s beauty and death collide.

In shadows deep, the forest sighs,
A symphony of life’s goodbyes.
The river’s flow, so cold and still,
Reflects the quiet, the autumn’s chill.

Beneath the earth, in roots’ embrace,
Lies the secret of time’s gentle grace.
The cycle turns, from birth to rest,
Nature’s way, a solemn quest.

So as we walk through fields of gold,
We see the story that’s been told.
In every leaf and every breath,
There lies the beauty of nature’s death.