In the whisper of the autumn breeze,
Leaves dance gently from the trees.
A symphony of colors in the air,
Nature’s canvas painted with care.

Golden hues and crimson bright,
Flutter down in the soft twilight.
Each leaf a story of seasons past,
In their fall, they find peace at last.

Beneath the trees, a carpet forms,
A mosaic of life in myriad norms.
Every step a crunch, a sigh,
As leaves bid the world goodbye.

Yet in their end, there’s beauty found,
A cycle of life, so profound.
For in the earth, they will decay,
To nourish the new life of another day.