In the golden light of early dawn,Leaves whisper secrets to the breeze,A symphony of rustling tones,In a dance that never ceases.Each leaf a storyteller bold,Of summers past and winters cold,In hues of amber, red, and gold,Their tales of time unfold.They fall like gentle memories,In swirling, soft descent,To carpet earth in tapestry,Of colors richly bent.And when the wind begins to sigh,They answer with a gentle song,Of nature’s cycle, ever nigh,Where every leaf belongs.