O season rich with golden light,
How sweetly do you charm the sight,
With every leaf, a tale you tell,
A whispered song, a silent spell.
Your breath, it cools the summer’s flame,
And paints the world with autumn’s name,
In hues of amber, red, and gold,
A beauty born as days grow old.
The trees, they shed their emerald dress,
And don a cloak of grand finesse,
Each branch adorned with colors bright,
A final burst before the night.
The air is crisp, the skies are clear,
As harvest time draws ever near,
The earth, it offers up its yield,
A bounty from the quiet field.
You bring a peace, a stillness rare,
A moment’s pause, a time to care,
For all the gifts the year has brought,
And all the lessons we have sought.
The moon grows fuller, nights stretch long,
And in the wind, a distant song,
It tells of winter’s creeping hand,
Yet in your warmth, we make our stand.
O Fall, your beauty stirs the soul,
A gentle call to feel whole,
In every leaf that drifts and sways,
You remind us of life’s sweet ways.
So let us walk beneath your sky,
And breathe you in, before goodbye,
For though you leave, you’ll come once more,
To bless our hearts as days restore.
Lyrics, Sentiments and Me 