Beneath a sky of fiery hue, they dance,
In whispers soft, the autumn leaves descend,
A gentle waltz in nature’s grand romance,
Their golden paths in endless curves extend.

The crisp air sings a song of time’s embrace,
As leaves cascade in flutters of farewell,
Each vibrant hue a fleeting, tender grace,
A silent tale that only hearts can tell.

Upon the earth, a tapestry unfolds,
Of amber dreams and scarlet memories,
In every leaf, a story yet untold,
A fleeting glimpse of nature’s reveries.

And as the sun bids low its gentle light,
The leaves rest softly in their autumn bed,
A whispered promise of the coming night,
Where dreams of fall in quietude are spread.