November's Farewell Poem by Noen Muti

November's Farewell

Leaves dance in the wind's playful breeze,
A symphony of rustling hues.
The sun, a golden orb, descends,
As shadows lengthen and the day ends.

November's canvas, painted in gold,
Fades into shades of gray and cold.
The air grows still, as if in prayer,
As nature prepares for winter's snare.

A gentle rain begins to fall,
A soothing lullaby for all.
The earth drinks deep, quenching thirst,
As November's farewell is reversed.

The world is hushed, as if in awe,
As nature's beauty weaves its law.
November's end is but a start,
For life renews with every heart.