In Autumn's grasp, the world transforms its guise,
A canvas painted in nature's vibrant hues,
A tapestry where earth and heavens fuse,
As leaves descend in gentle, graceful guise.
The trees, once dressed in summer's verdant prime,
Now shed their emerald cloaks with grace,
Adorning earth with hues of gold and lace,
In windswept dance, a whispered pantomime.
The air now bears a crisp and fragrant scent,
A symphony of rustling leaves that play,
A season wrapped in golden light's display,
Nature's serene, yet poignant testament.
As daylight wanes and twilight's veil descends,
In Autumn's arms, a fleeting beauty blends.
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