In the gentle sigh of the autumn breeze,
Leaves dance, painting the earth in hues of gold.
Whispers of time echo through the trees,
As stories of the past and future unfold.

Crisp air carries the scent of harvest’s end,
A tapestry of colors, warm and bold.
Nature’s farewell, a serene, tender friend,
In every falling leaf, a tale retold.

The sun dips low, casting a golden glow,
Upon fields where shadows stretch and play.
In stillness, the heart finds a gentle flow,
Embracing the calm of the shortening day.

As twilight descends with a tender grace,
The world wraps itself in a quiet dream.
In autumn’s embrace, we find our place,
In the silent beauty of nature’s theme.