Autumn in Oslo: A Poem

In Oslo, the rain gently falls,
Autumn leaves paint the park's ancient walls.
Emotions, like seasons, they shift and they sway,
As sunlight hangs low at the end of the day.

The city's embraced by a cool, gentle breeze,
Whispers of change rustle through the trees.
Just like the hours, our feelings will pass,
As shadows grow long and the daylight won't last.

The autumn arrives, a brief, fleeting stay,
In Oslo we witness the end of the day.
As feelings evolve, they too ebb and flow,
In this season of change, we find our own glow.

The streets glisten softly, reflecting the light,
As we navigate through this autumnal night.
In the stillness of evening, we find our own peace,
In the midst of the rain, our worries release.

The world dons its coat of auburn and gold,
As stories unfold and our hearts may be bold.
The days grow shorter, the nights gather near,
Yet the warmth of connection is always right here.

The autumn arrives, a brief, fleeting stay,
In Oslo we witness the end of the day.
As feelings evolve, they too ebb and flow,
In this season of change, we find our own glow.

As winter draws near, we'll remember this time,
The rain-kissed streets, the moments sublime.
For seasons may change, but our hearts will remain,
In the tapestry of life, love leaves its stain.

So let's cherish the rain, let the leaves fall,
In Oslo's hold, we'll surrender to all.
As emotions may shift, and the days may grow cold,
Our hearts find their home in the stories we're told.