Glimpses of Glory

Amidst the whispering winds of change,
Where autumn's breath begins to range,
The world transforms under amber light,
Giving way to a spectacle bright.

Leaves, in their final, glorious stand,
Paint the earth in colors grand,
A tapestry woven from nature's hand,
Glimpses of glory across the land.

As days grow short and nights grow deep,
In this season of harvest, memories we keep,
Each leaf's descent, a story told,
Of life, of love, of brave and bold.

And in this fleeting, precious time,
We find the rhythm, we find the rhyme,
Of life's eternal, cyclical song,
In autumn's embrace, where we belong.

For in the chill that ends the year,
We find strength, we conquer fear,
Embracing change, we shed our tears,
For lost summers and coming years.

Yet, in this golden, fading light,
We glimpse the glory, pure and bright,
Of cycles that guide us through the night,
Leading us to the next sunrise, so right.