As summer fades and leaves turn gold,
September whispers stories old.
The air grows crisp, the skies turn clear,
Heralding the autumn near.

The harvest moon lights up the night,
Guiding dreams with gentle light.
A month of change, of calm, of peace,
Where nature’s wonders never cease.

September brings a quiet grace,
A gentle smile on nature’s face.
With every breeze, a tender kiss,
A time of magic, pure and bliss.

So let us cherish every day,
As September paves the way.
For moments sweet and memories dear,
In this golden time of year.