In the hush of autumn’s gentle breath,
Leaves descend in a golden ballet,
Whispering secrets of the earth’s embrace,
As daylight wanes to amber hues.
The trees stand tall in regal silence,
Draped in robes of crimson and gold,
Their shadows stretch across the fields,
Painting the world in warm nostalgia.
A cool breeze carries tales of yesteryears,
Through the whispers of rustling leaves,
Each step upon the carpeted path,
Echoes the song of seasons’ change.
Beneath this canopy of fleeting grace,
We find a moment’s tender peace,
In autumn’s gentle, fleeting dance,
We cherish the beauty of letting go.