Autumn Leaves

In the heart of autumn’s gentle grace,
Where nature dons its fiery embrace,
The leaves of red and gold take flight,
A swirling dance in the fading light.

They tremble, quiver, and gently fall,
In the whispering breeze, they heed the call,
Their journey to earth, a graceful ballet,
As they carpet the ground in a vivid display.

Each leaf a masterpiece, a work of art,
With veins of life and a beating heart,
They rustle and sigh in the crisp, cool air,
A testament to a season so rare.

In the canopy, they once held sway,
Now on the ground, they find their way,
A symphony of colors, a vibrant array,
As they bid farewell to the sun’s warm ray.

Beneath the trees, we stroll and ponder,
As autumn’s magic pulls us under,
The rustling leaves, a lullaby’s song,
A reminder that nature’s beauty is never long.

So let us embrace this fleeting time,
As the leaves descend in their prime,
For in their descent, they teach us well,
The beauty of letting go, as we too must farewell.