The leaves of orange, red, and gold now fall,

As nature dons its cloak of faded hues,

The summer heat now fading like a pall,

As autumn's touch gives way to cooler blues.

The trees that once stood tall with vibrant grace,

Now shed their colors on the barren ground,

Their branches reaching up towards empty space,

As nature's symphony brings forth its sound.

The birds that once sang sweetly in the trees,

Now fly away to warmer, sunnier climes,

And though the days grow shorter by degrees,

The world still glows with beauty in these times.

For though the warmth of summer fades away,

Autumn's touch still brings joy to every day