As the golden leaves dance in the autumn breeze,
They whisper secrets of the trees,
Each one a tale of time gone by,
Beneath the vast and wistful sky.

The colors blaze in a fiery hue,
Crimson, amber, and a touch of blue,
Each leaf a piece of nature’s art,
A masterpiece that warms the heart.

They fall gently to the earth below,
A final act in their graceful show,
Creating carpets of soft decay,
Where children laugh and play.

In every rustle, there’s a song,
Of days that were and nights so long,
The autumn leaves, they speak to me,
Of life’s eternal tapestry.