Amidst the dance of autumn hues,
A river, wild and untamed, flows.
The whispering winds tell tales anew,
Of nature’s art, a grandiose show.
Rocks stand firm, their ancient stance,
Against the river's relentless embrace.
Leaves, like flames, ignite the expanse,
A symphony of colors, time can't erase.
The water rushes, eager and free,
Carving its path through golden trees.
Each ripple a verse, a whispered plea,
To the sky above and the earth beneath.
And there, where the sun kisses the stream,
A moment suspended, a painter's dream.
In this canvas of seasons, life unfolds,
As autumn's secrets are etched in gold.
So let us linger by this flowing rhyme,
Where time slows down, and hearts align.
For in the river's song, we find our place,
A fleeting grace, in nature's endless chase.
