In the quiet woods, where shadows play,
Leaves like gold drift and sway,
Crisp air carries a whispered song,
Nature’s heart beats strong and long.
Crimson hues and amber light,
Dance beneath the fading night,
The harvest moon, a watchful eye,
Watches as the world waves goodbye.
Squirrels gather, a playful race,
Each acorn saved in its secret place,
The brook hums soft, a gentle rhyme,
Marking the passage of fleeting time.
As twilight drapes its velvet shawl,
The stars emerge, one and all,
In this embrace of dusk’s sweet breath,
Life whispers softly of love and death.
So let us wander, hand in hand,
Through this tapestry of land,
For every season, every turn,
Holds stories waiting for us to learn.
#poem #autumn #whisper #milyin #season
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