In autumn’s embrace, Leaves fall like whispered soft prayers, Crimson and gold dance, A farewell to summer’s warmth.
The crisp air speaks volumes, Of change, of cycles complete, Nature’s gentle hand, Guiding the earth to rest.
- Władysław Broniewski
In autumn’s embrace, Leaves fall like whispered soft prayers, Crimson and gold dance, A farewell to summer’s warmth.
The crisp air speaks volumes, Of change, of cycles complete, Nature’s gentle hand, Guiding the earth to rest.