This is the season of mist and beauty, Subtle and still, It escapes the mundane eyes, Hearts that anchored in the hustle of the world passing noisily by.
And by and by, Shut to the whispers of the gentle leaves, As they turn in the changing seasons, Too soon, too quiet, too lonely, ignored for too long.
I will breathe for you, hurried souls, Inhale the scented breeze that caressed your brows, Dream of the symphony of the forest trees, Paint your path with the colors of autumn leaves.
This is the season to return to the soul, Veiled and long forgotten, Yet in the hush of this darkened place, In this stillness, we find life's hidden grace.
