The Dance of the Leaves

The Dance of the Leaves

The leaves, twirl, and spin,

As the autumn winds begin,

In a dance so full of grace,

They dance their way from place to place.

The orange and red and yellow hues,

Are a sight to make one's heart muse,

As the leaves, they rustle and sway,

In a dance that never seems to fray.

The trees, they stand so tall and proud,

As their leaves, they dance aloud,

A symphony of color and sound,

That spins and swirls all around.

So let us watch and let us marvel,

At the Dance of the Leaves, so colorful,

For it is a dance that only comes once a year,

And fills our hearts with joy and cheer