In the quiet dance of autumn leaves,
They whisper secrets to the breeze.
Each one a story, spun with care,
In hues of gold and amber flare.

Beneath the trees, a carpet spread,
Tapestry of life that once was fled.
Rustling softly, a gentle hum,
Nature’s song, a timeless drum.

The wind it carries, tales untold,
Of seasons past and times of old.
Through branches bare, the echoes glide,
As leaves descend and dreams collide.

In twilight’s glow, they find their rest,
Upon the earth, their final quest.
A fleeting beauty, soon to fade,
Yet in our hearts, forever stayed.