Symphony of autumn

In autumn's gentle, golden embrace,

Nature paints a masterpiece with grace.

Leaves of crimson and amber hues,

Whispering secrets in the evening's muse.

The symphony of rustling leaves,

Plays a song that the heart believes.

A crisp breeze dances through the air,

As if the world's burdens it aims to bear.

The trees stand tall, their branches bare,

Yet beauty in their vulnerability, we declare.

The sun sets low, a fiery ball of light,

Bathing the world in a warm, orange delight.

A harvest moon begins its ascent,

Casting a glow that's heaven-sent.

In the symphony of autumn's sweet refrain,

We find solace in nature's gentle lane.

As the season's melody softly plays,

We savor these fleeting, golden days.

In autumn's arms, we find our peace,

In the symphony of beauty's sweet release.