In the gentle cradle of the autumn breeze,
A leaf whispers tales of days once known,
Of sunlight dances through emerald seas,
And the tender caress of winds softly blown.

Now dressed in hues of amber and gold,
It flutters with grace, a delicate descent,
Telling stories of summers bold,
To the earth, its journey sent.

Beneath the moonlight’s silken glow,
It rests upon the forest floor,
A silent witness to the ebb and flow,
Of time’s gentle, endless lore.

As the night embraces its fragile form,
A leaf becomes a part of history’s weave,
In nature’s heart, forever warm,
A testament to the beauty we believe.