Amidst the dance of colors, where autumn leaves sway,
A river flows with grace, under the sky's gray array.
Trees adorned in orange and red, a sight so divine,
Nature's masterpiece, where elements align.
The water whispers secrets to the ancient stones,
As they listen, moss-covered and weathered to the bone.
The breeze carries echoes of forgotten tales,
Of love and loss, whispered by the rustling gales.
The artist paints the scene with care,
Brushing gold upon the leaves, igniting the crisp air.
And in this quiet symphony, where time stands still,
We find solace in the beauty of nature's tranquil thrill.
So let us linger here, beneath the canopy of gold,
Where seasons intertwine, and stories are told.
For in this fleeting moment, as daylight softly wanes,
We find eternity within the rustling of autumn's veins.
