The Queen of Fall

In the forest where the sunlight weaves, Through the tapestry of autumn leaves, Stands a figure, still and serene, A part of the landscape, yet unseen.

Hair like rivers of molten gold, In the quiet woods, stories untold, The light dances through the trees, In this golden realm of peace and ease.

Amidst the colors warm and bright, The figure basks in the soft light, A moment captured, where time stands still, In the embrace of the forest's tranquil thrill.