Nature’s Gold

Autumn, nature's treasure trove of gold,
A splendor undeniably breathtaking to behold.
Crimson, orange, and hues of gold,
Flutter teasingly before the eyes, bold.
Nature's brilliance, our greatest muse, foretold.

Summer's warmth fades, crispness takes its toll,
Trees whispering change, a story they unfold.
The farmer's harvest, ripe and bold,
Fireflies seek shelter, children back to school, we're told.
In this cycle of renewal, no permanence to hold.

Autumn's Gold, nature's message, do we decode?
A season of transformation, a journey to forebode.
Reflection and introspection, paths we're showed,
Growth, maturity, bidding the past a gentle ode.
In the golden embrace, beginnings anew, bestowed.