Autumn's Whisper

In the crisp air, whispers of change,

Leaves dance in hues of amber and gold.

The sun, a gentle hand, paints the sky,

A canvas of orange and red, bold.

Beneath the trees, shadows grow long,

As day retreats to the soft embrace of night.

The rustling leaves, a lullaby sung,

By the wind that stirs with each passing light.

Fields lay bare under the moon's glow,

A harvest's bounty laid out for all to see.

Corn stalks stand tall in the cool breeze,

Their golden ears a testament to summer's ease.

In the forest, creatures stir and move,

Preparations for the winter to come.

Squirrels gather nuts with hurried paws,

While owls hoot softly from their perches on boughs.

Frost kisses the ground at dawn's first light,

Crisping the grass and cloaking everything in white.

Children laugh as they chase through fallen leaves,

Each step a symphony of crunching sounds beneath their feet.

Autumn, a season of transition and change,

A time when nature prepares for what lies ahead.

In its embrace, we find both beauty and peace,

A reminder that endings are but new beginnings indeed.