In the quiet hush of autumn’s grace,
Leaves twirl and dance in a golden lace.
Whispering secrets of seasons past,
Their fleeting beauty, never to last.

Beneath the canopy of auburn and gold,
Stories of summer, now gently told.
A symphony of rustling in the breeze,
Echoes of warmth in the cooling trees.

Each leaf, a fragment of nature’s art,
Falling softly, a gentle depart.
They paint the ground in hues so bright,
A final flourish before winter’s night.

As shadows grow long and days retreat,
The dance concludes with a silent beat.
Yet in the memory of their graceful fall,
The spirit of autumn will forever call.