Autumn's Colorful Goodbye

Trees say farewell, a whisper so light, As Autumn's grand curtain descends on the night.

A forest ablaze, in red and in gold, A painter's best dream, a story unfolds. The maples are crimson, the oaks amber bright, A dazzling farewell, a glorious sight.

The Leaves, in their dresses of rust, brown, and tan, Held hands on the branches, a colorful clan. The Wind, a mischievous sprite, full of glee, Whispered, "Time to let go, and dance with me!"

A Squirrel, with cheeks bulging, scurried around, Collecting his treasures from right off the ground. He chattered and chuckled, a busy old soul, Preparing his winter hideaway, his cozy hole.

Then whoosh! went the Wind, with a playful, strong puff, The Leaves, oh so giddy, cried, "That's enough!" They tumbled and twirled, in a swirling cascade, A vibrant kaleidoscope, a joyful parade.

They danced with the Wind, in a fluttering spree, A beautiful blizzard for all eyes to see. They landed like blankets on roots old and deep, Where sleepy seeds nestled, preparing to sleep.

The forest is quiet, the colors all gone, The Squirrel is snoozing till rise of the sun. Winter now sleeps, beneath blankets of white, Dreaming of spring, and of blossoming light.