As autumn leaves flutter down, golden and bright,
They dance with the wind, a mesmerizing sight.
Crisp underfoot, they whisper tales old,
Of summers past and winters cold.

In hues of amber, crimson, and rust,
They paint the ground in a colorful dust.
With each gentle breeze, they rise and fall,
A fleeting beauty, nature’s enthrall.

Beneath the trees, the world transforms,
As nature prepares for the coming storms.
The leaves’ final act, a graceful descent,
A reminder of time so beautifully spent.

In their quiet departure, they leave behind,
A tapestry woven by the autumn wind.
A season’s end, yet life’s eternal dance,
The autumn leaves, in their final glance.