Echoes of the Heart

Whispers in the wind, a subtle call,
A brush of leaves, in autumn's thrall.
Echoes of the heart, in amber hues,
A tapestry of life, in golden cues.

Seasons turn, from green to gold,
Stories of the heart, quietly told.
A dance of shadows, light, and grace,
In every leaf, a memory's trace.

Embers of summer, in the chill of air,
The fragrance of change, everywhere.
The heart's quiet yearning, for what's been lost,
In autumn's fire, no matter the cost.

Yet, in this decay, a promise lies,
Of renewal, under spring's bright skies.
Echoes of the heart, in every season's turn,
In nature's cycle, we live and learn.

So, we cherish the moment, and hold it dear,
In the echoes of the heart, love is always near.
Through the seasons, in every breath of air,
In the beauty of decay, we find our care.