Autumn’s Embrace
The trees ignite in crimson flame,
No two leaves ever quite the same.
Amber whispers drift through air,
A fleeting glow beyond compare.
The golden fields, the fading skies,
A gentle hush where daylight lies.
Each breath of wind, a painter’s hand,
Scattering jewels across the land.
The world slows down, the shadows grow,
A softer light, a steady flow.
In autumn’s arms, we learn to see,
The grace of change, its mystery.