In the quiet rustle of amber leaves,
Autumn breathes a story untold,
As golden dreams weave through the trees,
In whispers soft, yet bold.

The air turns crisp, a gentle chill,
Painting skies with hues so bright,
While shadows dance on the silent hill,
Beneath the soft, fading light.

A symphony of colors, rich and deep,
Carpet the earth with grace,
As nature drifts to a tranquil sleep,
In autumn’s warm embrace.

Each step echoes the tender past,
As memories fall like rain,
In the fleeting moments that ever last,
Until spring returns again.