In whispering winds, the leaves descend,
A tapestry of hues, no need to blend,
Each fluttering whisper, a silent call,
Nature’s grand canvas, the heart of fall.

Golden sunbeams in a soft embrace,
Painting the earth in a dulcet grace,
Crisp air breathes life with every swirl,
As autumn dances, the world in a whirl.

Crimson dreams in the fading light,
A fleeting moment, a glorious sight,
The laughter of children in piles they find,
In the joy of the season, our spirits unwind.

So let us relish in nature’s gentle sigh,
As leaves take their bows, bidding goodbye,
For in their descent lies a story so deep,
Of cycles unbroken and promises God keeps.

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