In the amber glow of autumn’s embrace,
Leaves twirl and flutter with delicate grace.
A whispering symphony in the cool, crisp air,
Nature’s own ballet, beyond compare.

Each leaf a story, each branch a stage,
As they pirouette through the season’s page.
With hues of gold, russet, and emerald bright,
They weave a tapestry of pure delight.

The wind, their partner in this fleeting dance,
Guides them gently with a loving glance.
Together they waltz through fields and trees,
In perfect harmony with the autumn breeze.

And as they settle on the forest floor,
Their dance complete, they rest once more.
A reminder that beauty lies in every fall,
In nature’s cycle, in the rise and sprawl.