The Falling Leaves of Autumn

A rustling whisper, then a sigh, Leaves begin to fall from high. Crimson, gold, and sunset red, Dancing softly overhead.

A forest path, all brown and gold, Where secrets of the autumn told. Sunbeams slant through branches bare, A crunchy carpet everywhere.

Red Leaf, Yellow Leaf, and Brown, Tumbled gently to the ground. Squeaky, the Squirrel, eyes so bright, Saw a treasure in plain sight!

The Wind, a playful, gusty friend, Made the leaves swirl round the bend. Squeaky chirped, "What fun we'll have! A cozy bed, a leafy stave!"

He gathered reds and yellows bold, A leafy blanket, safe from cold. He stuffed them deep within his den, Again and again, and again, and then…

The Wind whispered, "More leaves to share!" They floated down with graceful flair. Squeaky giggled, snug and warm, Safe and cozy from the storm.

For Autumn, with a brush so grand, Painted magic on the land. A fiery show, a vibrant hue, With leaves that fall for me and you!