The leaves descend in quiet grace

A fleeting waltz through time and space

Their whispers tell of seasons gone

Of fleeting days and breaking dawn

Each leaf a thread in autumns weave

A tale of love a heart to grieve

They drift and twirl a soft ballet

To mark the end of summers stay

Yet in their fall new roots take hold

A promise kept through frost and cold

The earth receives their final song

And life begins where they belong

So let the leaves their stories give

A lesson clear: to fall is to live

For in their dance we too may see

The beauty found in destiny