As autumn leaves descend in grace,
They paint the ground with hues of gold,
A dance of natureâs soft embrace,
A story of the year retold.
The amber whispers in the breeze,
Sing songs of warmth soon to depart,
With every gust, a gentle tease,
Reminds of seasonsâ fleeting art.
Beneath the trees, the shadows play,
A mosaic of light and shade,
In this serene, enchanting ballet,
The beauty of change is displayed.
Though autumn’s chill may touch the air,
The leaves remind us of rebirth,
In every fall, a promise fair,
Of life renewed upon the earth.