When autumn paints the trees in hues of fire,
And whispered winds carry the songs away,
The beauty fades, but stirs a heart’s desire,
To hold on tight to memories of today.

Each falling leaf, a story entwined with fate,
Of cycles cherished, of new life to embrace;
In Nature’s grasp, there lies a timeless state,
Of love, of loss, of hope—and sweet grace.

• Charlotte Smith