Autumn's Whisper

In the autumn's gentle whisper,

Leaves descend in hues of amber.

The air grows cool, the sky aglow,

As nature paints its vibrant show.

Golden sunlight filters through,

A canopy of crimson hue.

The breeze, it carries scents so sweet,

Of harvest fields and ripened wheat.

The days grow shorter, nights grow long,

As summer's warmth begins to wane.

Yet in this season of transition,

There's beauty in the transformation.

Amidst the rustle of falling leaves,

A sense of peace the heart receives.

For autumn brings a sense of grace,

A time for quiet, a slowing pace.

So let us savor nature's art,

As autumn whispers to the heart.

In every leaf that softly falls,

We find the beauty of it all.