Autumn

Drop

Each falling leaf seems whispering my name.

Verse 1

When sunlight drifts to the horizon low,

And softer now the golden currents flow,

When blazing days release their fiery hold,

My weary spirit stirs beneath the gold.

The days grow brief beneath the amber skies,

As crimson leaves descend where summer dies,

From burning red to shades of honeyed flame,

Each falling leaf seems whispering my name.

Chorus

Autumn is the season of my heart,

Where hurried days and heavy burdens part,

A time to wander deep in thoughtful grace,

And let the silence softly fill its place.

To slow the pulse and hear the stillness sing,

To watch the fading year on quiet wing,

And in the hush of every cooling breeze,

I find reflection, comfort, and my peace.

Drop

Each falling leaf seems whispering my name.

Verse 2

The branches bow and gently let things go,

Like fleeting dreams we once were meant to know,

The clouds drift slow across the darkening blue,

And every wind feels pure and strangely true.

The world grows still beneath the fading light,

The evenings wrap the earth in calm delight,

While rust and gold adorn each forest tree,

As though the earth itself longs to be free.

Chorus

Autumn is the season of my heart,

Where hurried days and heavy burdens part,

A time to wander deep in thoughtful grace,

And let the silence softly fill its place.

To slow the pulse and hear the stillness sing,

To watch the fading year on quiet wing,

And in the hush of every cooling breeze,

I find reflection, comfort, and my peace.

Drop

Each falling leaf seems whispering my name.

Outro

The air turns crisp with silver-scented rain,

And autumn wakes my sleeping soul again,

For when the quiet season starts to breathe,

I find the peace the restless months would thieve.