As autumn weaves its golden spell,
Leaves whisper tales of time gone by,
Each fluttering fall, a story to tell,
Beneath the vast and open sky.

In hues of amber, red, and gold,
They dance upon the crisp, cool breeze,
A symphony of colors bold,
Embracing change with graceful ease.

Upon the earth, they gently lay,
A tapestry of nature’s art,
Reminding us of nature’s way,
The cycles of the world impart.

And as they rest on forest floor,
Their whispers fade, but never gone,
For in the spring, they’ll rise once more,
As life’s eternal dance goes on.