Autumn-Kissed Valley River

In autumn’s grasp, the river softly flows,

Its rapids hum a song to fleeting days.

The bends reveal what only nature knows,

A world enshrouded in its golden haze.

The peaks, mist-veiled, stand watch through endless time,

While echoes linger in their ageless streams.

Their whispers weave a soft and fleeting rhyme,

To cradle dreams within the twilight beams.

Each leaf descends, its fiery hues alight,

A fleeting flame that burns, then fades away.

Yet nature sings through beauty’s sacred rite,

A tale of seasons in their sweet decay.

So twilight falls, its amber glow ascends,

And beauty’s tale a sacred truth transcends.