In the gentle hush of twilight’s grace,
Leaves whisper secrets, a soft embrace.
Their vibrant hues, a fleeting song,
In autumn’s dance, where they belong.

Beneath the trees, a carpet laid,
Golden dreams in sunlight played.
Each gentle rustle, a story told,
Of seasons past and tales of old.

The wind’s embrace, a lover’s sigh,
Carrying leaves to the endless sky.
In their dance, a fleeting chance,
To touch the stars in a graceful trance.

When winter’s breath begins to weave,
The leaves will rest, their dance reprieve.
Yet in the heart of every tree,
Lives the promise of what will be.