In Autumn’s arms, the world begins to age,

As leave of red and gold fall gracefully,

Time marks its passage on each aging tree,

Yet beauty thrives upon this golden stage.

A season of transition, turn the page,

From youthful blooms to mature majesty,

Aging with grace and dignity we see,

Nature’s embrace of the coming of age.

The air is crisp with whispers of the past,

A fleeting moment in a timeless dance,

Where beauty lies in every leaf that falls.

Through whispered winds that gently drift and cast,

The echoes of a lifetime’s sweet romance,

Autumn’s beauty and grace enthralls.