Golden Whispers

In the hush of autumn’s tender breeze,

Leaves whisper secrets to the trees,

Golden hues paint the sky,

Crisp winds gently passing by.

Pumpkins glow in the harvest light,

Bonfires crackle through the night,

Sweaters hug with cozy grace,

Warm cider sweet on every face.

The forest hums a peaceful tune,

Under the soft glow of the harvest moon,

As nature tucks her world to rest,

Fall’s gentle breath—her warmest guest.

Oh, autumn, in your golden hue,

We find the beauty of something new.

With every leaf that falls in flight,

You teach us change is pure delight.