Autumn Leaves Dance

In realms of green and skies so wide, Where ancient trees their branches guide, The forest whispers, soft and low, As summer breezes gently go.

Leaves fall gently, one by one, Their emerald robes are now undone. A tapestry of hues so bright, Preparing for the coming night.

But wait! A playful gust appears, The Wind awakens, drying tears. He puffs his cheeks and starts to blow, "Let's dance, dear leaves, put on a show!"

The Leaves awaken, gold and red, And rustle softly overhead. With Wind as partner, light and free, They twirl and dance for all to see.

The Trees stand tall, a silent crowd, Their leafy children, oh so proud. They sway their boughs in rhythmic beat, As dancing leaves fill every street.

Up high they soar, then swoop so low, A swirling rainbow, to and fro. The Wind he laughs, a joyful sound, As colors scatter on the ground.

The forest floor, a vibrant sight, A carpet woven, day and night. From green to gold, to red and brown, Autumn's beauty settles down.