Autumn's Embrace

The forest breathes, its heart anew.

Each leaf descends, a fleeting flame,

A whispered call, a timeless name.

The river hums a gentle song,

Its currents sure, yet never strong.

It cradles all that autumn spills,

A mirror for the quiet hills.

The wooden bridge, both worn and true,

Connects the old to what is new.

Its planks have felt the weight of years,

Of laughter, love, and fleeting tears.

The trees, ablaze in amber light,

Stand steadfast in the fading night.

Their roots are deep, yet branches soar,

A lesson: hold, yet yearn for more.

Through fleeting days, the season turns,

A pyre of beauty brightly burns.

And as the winds begin to weave,

They teach us all to love, to leave.

The fields, now kissed by frost’s embrace,

Hold echoes of a warmer pace.

The harvest done, the earth made bare,

Yet whispers linger in the air.

For even as the daylight fades,

And shadows creep through forest glades,

A quiet promise fills the breeze:

New life will come from dormant trees.

So let the autumn’s fire reside,

Within the heart where truths abide.

Its colors fade, its embers glow,

Yet in their end, new seeds will grow.

For autumn speaks in tones profound,

That endings need not grief surround.

Each falling leaf, a dance, a grace,

A promise held in nature’s face.Beneath the sky’s soft golden hue,

The forest breathes, its heart anew.

Each leaf descends, a fleeting flame,

A whispered call, a timeless name.

The river hums a gentle song,

Its currents sure, yet never strong.

It cradles all that autumn spills,

A mirror for the quiet hills.

The wooden bridge, both worn and true,

Connects the old to what is new.

Its planks have felt the weight of years,

Of laughter, love, and fleeting tears.

The trees, ablaze in amber light,

Stand steadfast in the fading night.

Their roots are deep, yet branches soar,

A lesson: hold, yet yearn for more.

Through fleeting days, the season turns,

A pyre of beauty brightly burns.

And as the winds begin to weave,

They teach us all to love, to leave.

For autumn speaks in tones profound,

That endings need not grief surround.

Each falling leaf, a dance, a grace,

A promise held in nature’s face.