The last rays of autumn sun,Stretching long across the land,A golden glow that has begun,A dance with nature, so grand.
The leaves, once vibrant in hue,Now turn to shades of red and gold,As the sun sets, a vivid view,Of a season that's growing old.
But in the final moments of light,As the sun prepares to set,The world seems to come to life,A beauty I'll never forget.
The warmth of the sun on my face,A feeling that can't be beat,As the colors of autumn embrace,And the day admits defeat.
The last rays of autumn sun,A symbol of life's constant flow,Of beginnings and endings that come,As the seasons come and go.So let us cherish these moments of light,And the beauty that they bring,For in the last rays of autumn sun so bright,We find a reason to sing.
