Leaves of gold in whispering flight,
Bid farewell to the summer's light.
A tapestry of amber hues,
Under a sky of deepened blues.
The air, crisp with a gentle chill,
Paints the world with nature's skill.
Fields of amber, woods of red,
Herald autumn’s tranquil spread.
In harvest moon’s resplendent glow,
Shadowed secrets softly flow.
Cider and spice in the cool air,
Moments of solace, beyond compare.
Children laugh in playful cheer,
Through leaves that fall, the end is near.
Each step a symphony of grace,
An ode to time’s unyielding pace.
Nature dons her autumn cloak,
In every tree and rustic oak.
The world prepares for winter's lay,
In the dance of autumn’s sway.
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