The Ballad of Autumn
The air turns crisp, The skies alight, With hues of amber, gold, and white. A whispering breeze, a gentle sigh, As summer bows to autumn’s sky. Trees shed their emerald guise, For robes of fire that mesmerise. Leaves tumble down in a graceful dance, Nature’s theater, a fleeting chance. Golden carpet on ground, With crunching steps, a soothing sound. The scent of earth, so rich, so deep, Awakes the soul from summer’s sleep. The harvest moon begins its glow, As twilight paints the world below. Fields ..