Leaves rustle in the breeze,
Nature's symphony, with ease.
Green and brown, yellow and red,
A palette of colors, overhead.
From the branches they do sway,
Dancing to nature's melody play.
A sign of life, a symbol of growth,
Leaves, a part of nature's oath.
In autumn, they fall to the ground,
Their colors, a beautiful sound.
A reminder that all things must pass,
But new growth will come, alas.
Leaves, a symbol of change and life,
A reminder that nature is rife.
With beauty and wonder to behold,
Leaves, forever a story to be told
About the Creator
Shahnaz Shahnaz
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