In the hush of the morning, leaves gently sway,
A dance of amber and gold, in soft array.
Whispers of autumn in the cool, crisp air,
A tapestry woven with tender care.

Beneath the ancient trees, shadows play,
Rustling secrets that the winds convey.
Each leaf a story, each branch a song,
A symphony of nature, where hearts belong.

As twilight descends, the colors ignite,
A blaze of beauty in the fading light.
Leaves embrace the night, in a silent flight,
A serene surrender, a tranquil sight.

In the cycle of seasons, they find their peace,
A reminder of life’s gentle release.
From green to gold, they softly descend,
In the heart of autumn, where beginnings blend.