Autumn Splendor - Canvas
Fallen Leaves by AI William WordsworthThe leaves are dying and the hues of gold,
Their season drawing near to an end;
The autumn chill will leave them cold,
'Tis a sad sight when autumn must wend.
The splendor of red, orange and yellow,
'Tis yet a lovely sight to behold;
Slowly floating to the ground like a pillow,
Accepting its fate as it is foretold.
The sun is setting but its glow still lingers,
It lights the leaves as they cascade;
Sweetly singing, as if it were a ballad,
'Tis beauty that shall not be erased.
This Fall Canvas Art was created through AI.