As leaves descend in graceful dance,
The whispering winds of autumn’s embrace,
They tell a tale of fleeting chance,
In colors warm, a quiet trace.

The oak and maple, side by side,
In hues of gold and crimson bright,
They shed their garb in gentle pride,
To greet the coming frosty night.

Beneath the trees, a carpet laid,
Of fallen leaves, a tapestry,
A fleeting beauty, soon to fade,
Yet etched in heart, eternally.

Oh, autumn’s whisper, soft and clear,
In every breeze, a tender song,
Reminding us, the end is near,
But in this moment, we belong.