Autumn leaves tumble, a kaleidoscope spun, Painting the ground with hues that could stun. The crispness of air heralds the change, In this cycle of life, everything feels strange.
Squirrels gather acorns, a dance of the agile, Preparing for winter, their hearts full of guile. In the embrace of nature, I learn to let go, As seasons remind me of life’s ebb and flow.
- Siddhartha Giggs