Autumn

Autumn is that silent chapter of nature when everything begins to whisper instead of shout. The leaves, once green and full of life, turn golden, amber, and crimson, falling softly to the earth as if time itself is shedding its memories. The air carries a calm melancholy—gentle, not sorrowful—like the sigh of a poet who has learned to find peace in change.

There is a strange beauty in decay during autumn. It teaches that even endings can glow with grace. The trees, stripped of their leaves, stand unashamed—awaiting the tender touch of spring. Every fallen leaf is not a loss, but a quiet promise: that nothing truly ends, it only transforms. Autumn reminds the heart to let go, to breathe, and to trust that renewal is already on its way.