In the gentle sway of autumn’s breath,
Leaves descend with whispers soft and light,
Dancing through the crisp, cool air,
A tapestry of amber, gold, and rust.

Upon the earth, they weave a quilt,
Each leaf a story of summer’s end,
Rustling secrets of days gone by,
Under the watchful eye of the fading sun.

Beneath the trees, the world transforms,
A symphony of colors, bold yet brief,
Nature’s final flourish before the frost,
A fleeting beauty, cherished and profound.

In their descent, a quiet lesson lies,
In letting go with grace and ease,
To find peace in the inevitable flow,
As life renews, in cycles ever true.