In a dance of gold and crimson hue,
The autumn leaves begin their flight.
With each gentle breeze, they bid adieu,
To summer’s warmth, to day’s light.

They twirl and twist with graceful ease,
Painting the ground in a tapestry.
A whispering song through the trees,
A fleeting moment of pure artistry.

Beneath the canopy of fading green,
They tell stories of time’s gentle hand.
A symphony of nature’s serene,
In a land kissed by autumn’s command.

As the days grow short and nights grow cold,
The leaves remind us of the passage of time.
Their beauty in decay, a tale untold,
Of life’s cycle, so sublime.