In autumn's hush, the whispering leaves, Speak secrets soft, as the wind weaves, A tapestry of gold and red, In the canopy overhead.

Each rustle tells of summer's end, And whispers of the winter's trend, But in this moment, time suspends, As nature's symphony ascends.

The trees, they murmur, in gentle sway, Their tales of seasons passed away, And in their whispers, one can find, The beauty of a fleeting time.

So listen close to autumn's sigh, As nature's secrets flutter by, For in its whispers, clear and true, Lies the essence of what we pursue.