In a dance with the gentle breeze,
The leaf whispers tales of old,
Its vibrant hues of gold and red,
Softly speak of stories untold.
From the heights of towering trees,
It journeys down to the earth below,
A silent witness to the seasonsâ change,
In the cycle of life, it goes with the flow.
As the sun bids the day goodbye,
The leaf finds solace on the ground,
A final rest in natureâs embrace,
Where peace and stillness are found.
With every rustle, a memory lives,
In the heart of the forest deep,
The leafâs quiet song of time,
In natureâs endless, restful sleep.