Listen to the rustle, listen to the time— Leaves cascade like rivulets of rhyme, fall, fall.
Energetic whispers swirling, ever twirling, Captivating, invigorating, the echoes call the earth, echo, echo.
Embrace the whispering winds, they urge, they sway, In hold of autumn's golden dance, here they stay, stay, stay.
Enthralled in nature's voice, in harmonious ripples, We are but a part of its symphony, joining the dribbles of earth's autumn lullaby, where everything is nigh, Dear Dream.
Boundless spirals of colors, orange, crimson—an embrace, The world echoing tenderly, embracing time’s grace, Venerable Space.