In the cradle of dawn, the leaf awakens,
Bathing in the sun’s gentle embrace,
A tender dance with the morning breeze,
Whispering secrets only nature understands.

Through the golden hours, it sways and dreams,
Painting shadows on the forest floor,
Each vein a story, each hue a memory,
Celebrating life in vibrant greens.

As twilight descends, the leaf grows wise,
Adorning trees in amber and gold,
It tells tales of seasons, of change, of time,
Embracing the beauty of its fleeting life.

When the evening calls, it gently falls,
A final waltz to the earth below,
Resting in peace, yet alive in whispers,
A part of the endless cycle, forever more.