The air turns crisp, the sky burns bright,
And autumn drapes the world in light.
Leaves flutter down in gold and rust,
Teaching us to let go and trust.

The trees release without a fight,
Their branches bare, yet feel no fright.
They whisper softly, “It’s time to rest;
Not every season demands your best.”

Fall reminds us that change is near,
But growth will follow every year.
We learn from nature to shed the old,
To find new strength when nights grow cold.

The harvest tells us: be grateful, too,
For all the blessings life gave you.
Like falling leaves, some things must part,
But room is made for a brand-new start.

The squirrels prepare, the winds shift low,
And rivers teach us how to flow.
In every breath, in every breeze,
There lies the wisdom of the trees.

So let us welcome autumn’s call,
And find the grace in every fall.
For seasons pass and hearts grow wise—
There’s beauty found in every rise.