Episode 59

The leaves begin their slow descent, A painted shower, heaven-sent. From emerald green to fiery red, A rustling carpet, softly spread. The air grows crisp, a gentle bite, That whispers tales of fading light. A golden haze, a softer sun, The summer's busy race is run.

A cozy scarf, a warming cup, As nature tucks the world right up. The pumpkins gleam with cheerful face, A harvest bounty fills each space. The squirrels dart, with busy paws, Preparing for the winter's cause. A time for stories, warm and deep, While nature settles down to sleep.

The scent of woodsmoke, sweet and low, Where autumn breezes softly blow. A time for thanks, for all we've known, The seeds of kindness we have sown. The world prepares for rest and peace, As nature's vibrant colours cease. But in this quiet, beauty lies, Reflected in our happy eyes.