Autumn leaves falling
Autumn leaves, like whispered dreams,
Drift down from branches, golden beams.
In hues of amber, rust, and gold,
They dance through air, a story told.
The crisp wind carries a fragrant sigh,
As daylight fades and shadows lie.
Each leaf a memory, soft and sweet,
A tapestry woven at summer’s retreat.
Beneath the trees, a quilt is spread,
Nature’s canvas, where colors shed.
Footfalls crunch on this earthen bed,
Echoing tales of seasons fled.
Clouds gather, a gray embrace,
While sunsets burn with fleeting grace.
The world slows down, in twilight's glow,
As whispers of winter begin to flow.
Yet in this change, there's beauty found,
In the quiet moments that surround.
For every leaf that falls away,
A promise lingers: life will stay.
So let the autumn winds blow free,
Embrace the dance of what will be.
In every flutter, a chance to see,
The cycle of life, eternally.
Autumn leaves, like whispered dreams,
Drift down from branches, golden beams.
In hues of amber, rust, and gold,
They dance through air, a story told.
The crisp wind carries a fragrant sigh,
As daylight fades and shadows lie.
Each leaf a memory, soft and sweet,
A tapestry woven at summer’s retreat.
Beneath the trees, a quilt is spread,
Nature’s canvas, where colors shed.
Footfalls crunch on this earthen bed,
Echoing tales of seasons fled.
Clouds gather, a gray embrace,
While sunsets burn with fleeting grace.
The world slows down, in twilight's glow,
As whispers of winter begin to flow.
Yet in this change, there's beauty found,
In the quiet moments that surround.
For every leaf that falls away,
A promise lingers: life will stay.
So let the autumn winds blow free,
Embrace the dance of what will be.
In every flutter, a chance to see,
The cycle of life, eternally.