Golden light falls through the trees,

Whispers float along the breeze.

Every leaf that drifts away,

Carries all I couldn’t say.

Footsteps on the fallen ground,

Memories in colors found.

Shadows dancing, soft and slow,

Telling tales I used to know.

Wind it twists, and I feel small,

Yet I’m drawn to it, I hear the call.

Crimson leaves, falling down,

Paint the streets of this quiet town.

Every color, every sigh,

Echoes of the summer goodbye.

Raindrops kiss the windowpane,

Fading sunlight, gentle rain.

Hold me in this fleeting time,

In the autumn’s softest rhyme.

Flickering lights through branches high,

Moonlight tracing the cloudy sky.

All the moments we can’t keep,

Whisper secrets that softly weep.

Wind it twists, and I feel small,

Yet I’m drawn to it, I hear the call.

Crimson leaves, falling down,

Paint the streets of this quiet town.

Every color, every sigh,

Echoes of the summer goodbye.

Crimson leaves, drifting by,

Holding pieces of the sky.

Every color, every tear,

Carrying all I feel so near.