In the quiet of the autumn breeze,
Leaves dance with a gentle ease,
Whispering tales of seasons past,
Their vibrant hues a spell they cast.

Each leaf a story, each color a song,
They flutter and sway, where they belong,
The golden sun kisses their edge,
As they release from tree’s pledge.

A symphony of rustling fills the air,
A chorus of nature, beyond compare,
They drift and twirl, a fleeting show,
Painting the ground with a golden glow.

And as they settle, creating a quilt,
Of memories and moments, carefully built,
The whispering leaves tell us to see,
The beauty in change, and what will be.