Golden leaves beneath my feet, Whispers in the fading heat, Crimson fire paints the trees, As daylight bows to evening's breeze. The mountain breathes a quiet song, Where shadows stretch and linger long. Oh, the autumn sky is burning low, In shades of amber, soft and slow. The world turns still, the night draws near, And every breath feels crystal clear. The pine trees hum a lullaby, As orange spills across the sky, A silver mist begins to crawl, Down rocky cliffs and forest walls. A hush that only fall can bring, Wrapped in silence, listening. Oh, the autumn sky is burning low, In shades of amber, soft and slow. The world turns still, the night draws near, And every breath feels crystal clear. Hearts like embers, glowing bright, In the arms of mountain night. Time dissolves in colors deep, Where dreams are born and secrets sleep. Oh, the autumn sky is burning low, In hues no summer moon could know. The wind may change, the seasons spin, But I’ll return to this again. When the autumn sky begins to fall, I'll hear the mountains gently call.