Autumn Time
In the realm where mortals dwell and gods do gaze,
There lies a land of autumn's warm embrace.
The sun, like golden chariot, doth ascend,
To paint the skies with hues so bold, so grand.

Behold! The city rises, tall and proud,
Its spires and towers kissing heavens' cloud.
A crane stands sentinel 'midst structures new,
As twilight weaves its magic, soft and true.

By river's edge, where waters darkly flow,
The cubes of man do mirror skies aglow.
Reflections dance on liquid, black as night,
Beneath the gaze of gods who watch from height.

A field of green, a canvas stretched so wide,
Where golden sun doth set with fiery pride.
The trees stand tall, their leaves aflame with light,
As day surrenders to the coming night.

And lo! A path where autumn's whispers tread,
Beneath the boughs where golden leaves are spread.
A bridge afar, a silhouette so slight,
Guides weary souls through dusk's enchanting might.

O mortal, pause and drink this sight divine,
For autumn's beauty fades like morning wine.
In every hue, in every shadow cast,
The gods have woven tales for you—behold, be vast.