Budapest night

In Budapest's Autumn night, The moon's gentle glow ignites, A silvery light, a mystic sight, As leaves fall, the night takes flight. The streets, a golden haze, As twilight shades the city's phase, The Danube's waves, a soothing grace, Reflect the moon's ethereal space. The trees, a fiery blaze, As oranges, reds, and yellows play, The sky, a canvas, a delight, As Autumn's colors dance tonight. The moon, a silver beam, A beacon in the night's extreme, A guiding light, a steady gleam, In Budapest's Autumn dream.