Autumn's spell

Colors ablaze, as leaves gently fall,

Nature's masterpiece, captivating us all.

The trees, like painters, brushstrokes untamed,

Hues of gold, amber, and crimson inflamed.

Whispering secrets with each gentle breeze,

Nature's melody, a symphony with ease.

Amidst the spectacle, I wander alone,

Dreaming in hues, a world of my own.