In the golden hue of autumn’s embrace,
Leaves dance with grace in a silent race.
Whispering secrets to the gentle breeze,
They flutter and fall with effortless ease.

Amidst the trees, they find their flight,
A mosaic of colors in the fading light.
Each leaf a story, a journey untold,
In shades of crimson, amber, and gold.

Rustling softly, they paint the ground,
With whispers of nature, a gentle sound.
They tell of seasons passing by,
And dreams that reach for the endless sky.

As the sun sets on the autumn’s day,
Leaves continue to dance and sway.
A fleeting moment, a transient art,
The whispering leaves touch the heart.