Baskadia

In autumn's gentle embrace they bloom,

Flowers of every color, dispelling gloom,

A symphony of petals, nature's art,

Whispering tales from the heart.

Amidst the golden leaves, they sway,

A dance of beauty in the sun's last ray,

Bold and fragile, a paradox so true,

Capturing time's essence in every hue.

The air grows crisp, the days grow cool,

Yet the flowers flourish, defying the rule,

For in this season of change and decay,

They remind us that beauty never fades away.