Autumn Leaves' Seasons Dance 5

Leaves start falling, swirling down, In Autumn's forest, gold and brown. A painted scene, a vibrant hue, Where red and orange peek anew.

Leif the Leaf, so crisp and bright, A maple star in golden light, Wiggled free from branch so high, Ready for a breezy sky.

Windy the Wind, with whooshing sound, Came rushing through the forest ground. "Come dance with me!" he seemed to say, "And twirl in Autumn's bright display!"

Leif danced and twirled, a joyful spin, With Windy guiding, where to begin. He looped and soared, a dizzy flight, A happy speck in fading light.

He zoomed past squirrels and sleepy bears, Past rustling ferns and mossy stairs. He tumbled low, then shot up high, A laughing leaf against the sky.

At last, with gentle, fading grace, Leif drifted to a resting place. He landed soft, on leafy bed, Where countless friends already spread.

An autumn carpet, rich and deep, Where forest creatures go to sleep. Leif settled in, his journey done, Beneath the setting autumn sun.