In the golden haze of summer´s end,
Where the sun dips low, a farewell friend,
Whispers of change in the evening air,
Paint the world with a subtle fare.
The emerald leaves, once bold and bright,
Now blush with hints of autumn’s light,
as the amber hues begin to creep,
and the earth prepares for a gentle sleep.
The breeze, once warm with summer´s breath,
now cools, prelude to autumn’s wreath,
It dances through the fields of gold,
A silent story, timeless, told.
The flowers bow, their colors fade,
But beauty lingers in the shade,
For in turning on the leaves,
There´s a quiet peace that summer weaves.
The days grow short, the nights grow long,
Crickets sing a softer song,
as nature dons her autumn grown,
and the world begins to slow down
In every rustle of the trees,
in every sigh of the cooling breeze,
there´s a promise of time to rest,
a gentle pause, a season blessed
So let summer softly fade,
as autumn steps from the balmy shade,
for in the turning of the days,
there´s a beauty that forever stays.
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