The Dance of Leaves
In the crisp embrace of autumn's sigh,
The trees don gowns of gold and red,
A vibrant dance beneath the sky,
Where whispers of the wind are spread.
Leaves flutter down like gentle rain,
Spiraling softly, a colorful show,
Each one a story, a joy, a pain,
As they twirl and dip in a golden glow.
They swirl in circles, a playful ballet,
Caught in the laughter of children at play,
With each joyful leap and outstretched hand,
They dive into piles, a soft, crisp land.
Rustling whispers, a symphony sweet,
As laughter erupts in the swirling leaves,
With every crunch beneath tiny feet,
The heart of autumn, in joy, believes.
A tapestry woven of russet and gold,
Lays softly beneath the old oak's frame,
Nature's confetti, a sight to behold,
Each leaf a reminder, of beauty and change.
As daylight fades into evening's embrace,
The leaves continue their dance with the breeze,
A swirling waltz, a moment of grace,
In the heart of the woods, where the spirit is free.
So let us gather, beneath the trees,
To celebrate this fleeting display,
For in the dance of leaves on the breeze,
Lies the joy of the season, come out to play.
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Whispers of the Soul
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