SCI-FI/FANTASY Poem: Autumn Time, by Ben Bridges

In this breath, I find the whole
A world contained, a story told
Sunlight’s touch on autumn’s air
Golden dust and quiet care

I breathe it in, each sight and sound
This fleeting joy the earth has found
No rush ahead, no glance behind
Just here, just now, a quiet mind

Leaves drift down in whispered grace
Not future’s pull, nor past’s embrace
A single beat, a fleeting thrill
The world stands still, and I am filled

Make it clear what its about. Dont use A,B rhyme scheme

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