The Symphony of Autumn

In the golden glow of autumn's light,
When the leaves turn red and gold, so bright,
A symphony begins to play,
A melody that will last all day.

The rustling of leaves, in the crisp fall breeze,
A chorus of birds, among the trees,
The crunch of leaves, underfoot,
A harmony of nature, sounding so good.

The trees are ablaze, with color so grand,
A canvas of beauty, painted by hand,
A work of art, that nature allows.

The scent of woodsmoke, fills the air,
A fragrance so sweet, so rare,
The taste of apples, and pumpkin spice,
A flavor so rich, so nice.

The days grow shorter, as autumn fades,
A reminder that time, never waits,
But let us hold on, to this moment in time,
A symphony of autumn, so divine.

For in this season, we see the beauty of change,
A transformation, that is never strange,
The leaves may fall, but the trees remain,
A symbol of strength, through joy and pain.

So let us dance, to the symphony of autumn,
A celebration of life, that we have gotten,
For though the seasons, may come and go,
Life's symphony, will forever flow.