“Autumn Reflections”

“Autumn Reflections”—-Golden and crimson maples bow over a drifting stream, their branches mirrored in quiet water — a glowing reflection of autumn’s beauty.

AUTUMN REFLECTIONS

Golden crowns are leaning low,
Crimson branches start to glow.
Whispered breezes stir the air,
Colors dance and everywhere.

Ripples paint the mirrored sky,
Branches bow as streams drift by.
Crimson leaves in quiet flame,
Reflections shine them just the same.

Autumn reflections, bright and clear,
Branches are singing — the season is here.
A bow of maples, a golden hall,
Holding the moment before it falls.

Shadows stretch across the stream,
Golden arches frame the scene.
Every branch a painted line,
The water keeps them all in time.

Water hums beneath the trees,
Softly moving with the breeze.
Hearts awaken, spirits rise,
Crimson light in autumn skies.

Autumn reflections, bright and clear,
Branches are singing — the season is here.
A bow of maples, a golden hall,
Holding the moment before it falls.