Autumn's Fallen Dreams

In the amber glow of autumn's blush,
Whispers of time in leaves' soft rush,
Fallen dreams on the forest floor,
Echoes of seasons that came before.

The trees, once green, now crowned in gold,
Tell tales of love, of loss, and old,
Their branches stretched towards twilight's gleam,
A silent hymn to a fading dream.

Beneath the cosmic canopy spread,
Memories like stars, overhead,
In every leaf that drifts away,
A dream once held, now in decay.

The moon weaves silver through the night,
A guide for dreams in flight,
While ancient winds through valleys sweep,
Songs of the heart in shadows deep.

And so we wander, dreamers bold,
Through myths and legends, stories told,
In autumn's breath, a journey found,
Where earthly and celestial dreams abound.