Amidst the rustling whispers of the trees,Where sunlight dances on emerald seas,A leaf begins its gentle flight,Embracing the morning’s golden light.Through the tender breeze it sways,In a ballet of soft, fleeting days,Each pirouette a silent song,A tale of where it might belong.As shadows stretch and colors blend,The leaf’s journey meets its end,Yet in its fall, a story weaves,Of timeless beauty autumn leaves.In the quiet earth it lies,Underneath the vast, open skies,Resting in the arms of time,A gentle pause in nature’s rhyme.