The Autumn Leaf's Journey

Falling from the tree, so high, A little leaf waved a bright goodbye. Red and gold, a swirling sight, In the autumn park, bathed in warm light.

Mr. Wind, a playful friend, Blew a hello, "Let's make this trend! Of autumn dances, light and free," Said the wind to the leaf, "Come dance with me!"

Tree waved branches, "Fly and roam, Make the park your autumn home!" The leaf took flight, a joyful spin, With Mr. Wind, the dancing did begin.

Twirling round the slide so tall, Bouncing off the colorful ball. Chasing squirrels with bushy tails, Sailing over little pails.

Through crispy leaves, a rustling sound, The happiest journey all around. Higher and higher, then dipping low, Where Mr. Wind decided to gently go.

Tired now, from all the play, The leaf floated down at end of day. No longer dancing, light and free, It lands softly on the ground, beneath the tree.