In the heart of autumn's embrace,
A trail winds through the forest's grace.
Leaves of red, orange, and green,
Paint a canvas, serene and pristine.
Majestic peaks touch the sky,
Snow-capped, they stand high.
Under a sky of blue and white,
Nature's beauty, pure delight.
The path leads through a vibrant wood,
Where time stands still, as it should.
Whispers of the breeze, soft and light,
Guide the wanderer through day and night.
Mountains echo tales of old,
Stories of explorers bold.
In this tranquil, timeless place,
One finds peace, a gentle grace.
