As leaves turn gold and crimson bright,
The whispers of autumn sing through the night.
A tapestry woven with nature’s art,
Each hue and shade a gentle start.

The air crisp with a hint of frost,
Memories of summer now gently tossed.
A dance of colors, bold and free,
Embracing change, the earth’s decree.

Beneath the sky, a softer light,
The world transformed in autumn’s sight.
The rustling leaves, a soothing sound,
An echo of nature’s beauty profound.

In every breeze, a story told,
Of warmth and wonder, brave and bold.
The season’s grace, a gentle call,
To cherish the beauty as leaves fall.