"The Dance of the Leaves"

The wind whispers through the trees,

A gentle rustling, a symphony.

The leaves, dance, in perfect grace,

Ballet in the woods, a wondrous space.

The colors swirl, a dazzling show,

Of red and gold, a sight to behold.

The sunlight filters through the leaves,

A golden shower, a gift from the breeze.

The dance continues, a mesmerizing sight,

The leaves twirl and spin, with all their might.

The rhythm flows, like a symphony,

A beautiful harmony, for all to see.

The colors blend, a blend so bright,

A painting comes to life, in the soft light.

The dance goes on and with each gust of wind,

A magic show, to all mankind.

The leaves fall, in a gentle swirl,

A final bow, in the dance of the world.

And so they rest, in a blanket of brown,

A new cycle begins when the winter winds come down.

So let us dance, in the rhythm of the breeze,

With the leaves and the wind, in perfect harmony and peace.

For in this dance, we'll find our grace,

In the beauty of the woods, a wondrous place.

The sun sets low, and the dance is done,

The colors fade until next the sun shines on.

But in our hearts, the memory will stay,

Of the dance of the leaves, a wondrous display.