Beneath the ancient oaks they fall,
Whispers of time in an amber sprawl.
Each leaf tells tales of seasons past,
In the gentle breeze, they dance at last.
Colors ablaze in a golden hue,
A tapestry woven through skies so blue.
Silent whispers fill the air,
As nature’s canvas becomes so rare.
They twirl and glide, a graceful flight,
In autumn’s embrace, a wondrous sight.
Echoes of life in each soft rustle,
A symphony played with nature’s hustle.
As twilight falls on this leafy parade,
Dreams of spring in shadows fade.
Yet in their fall, they softly weave,
The timeless story of the leaves.