In the cradle of the ancient oak,
A leaf whispers secrets of the breeze,
Dancing softly in the sunlight’s cloak,
Embracing freedom with silent ease.

Emerald hues kissed by autumn’s breath,
Transform into a fiery golden hue,
As the leaf flutters towards its gentle death,
Painting skies in a palette so true.

Carried by the whispers of the wind,
It sails through the realms of time and space,
A journey where beginnings and endings blend,
Finding peace in nature’s warm embrace.

Resting softly on the earth below,
The leaf becomes a part of the land,
A cycle of life, eternal and slow,
In the grand design, perfectly planned.