In the gentle embrace of the evening sky,
Leaves twirl softly, kissed by the breeze,
Painting the ground in hues of amber and gold,
A silent ballet, a whispered melody untold.

The trees, once clad in vibrant green,
Now wear robes of autumn’s grace,
Branches sway, a rhythmic dance,
In the symphony of nature’s trance.

The wind, a maestro of the unseen,
Guides the leaves in their gentle descent,
A tapestry woven in the air,
A fleeting beauty, beyond compare.

As daylight fades to twilight’s hue,
The dance continues, soft and true,
Each leaf a story, a whispered farewell,
In the quiet embrace of autumn’s spell.