Along the river's winding path, Autumn leaves fall with a gentle wrath. The water flows in shades of blue, Reflecting nature's vivid hue. The trees that line the river's edge, Stand tall and proud without a hedge. Their leaves turn red and gold and brown, As the autumn winds blow them down. The water ripples with each breeze, A calming sound that brings such ease. And as the leaves fall to the ground, The river's beauty can be found. In hues of blue and gold and green, A masterpiece that's rarely seen. The river's reflection shines so bright, As autumn falls with all its might.