Autumn's Bittersweet Symphony

In Autumn's grasp, I find my soul's lament, Where leaves, like tears, in golden hues descend, Brave muse, traverse this wonderous land, unbent, Where melancholy whispers through each bend. The stardust dawn, a promise yet untold, A fleeting kiss of warmth in the chill air, But as the day unfolds, the truth unfolds, The fading light, a burden hard to bear. The leaves, they laugh, in brittle, fragile glee, Their joy, a mask for what they soon must face, In tender winds, they dance so wild and free, Yet underneath, a sorrow they embrace. This season's beauty hides a bitter truth, A love that's lost in fading shades of youth, As autumn's tears fall softly to the ground, My heart, in silence, weeps without a sound.