In whispered winds they softly dance,
Golden hues in a fleeting trance.
Beneath the boughs where shadows weave,
The forest floor, a tapestry they leave.

Each leaf a tale of seasons passed,
In vibrant tones, their beauty cast.
They flutter down in gentle grace,
Adorning earth’s cold, barren face.

The air grows crisp, the days grow short,
Nature’s final, grand escort.
A symphony of rustling sound,
In every leaf, a joy is found.

As evening falls, the colors blend,
A masterpiece that knows no end.
In autumn’s embrace, we stand in awe,
Of leaves that tell of nature’s law.