Autumn Leaves: A Melancholic Ode to Nature's Transience

The melancholy of autumn leaves,

Falling down like a symphony played in breeze,

Shades of yellow, red, and gold,

A sight to behold as they dance and unfold.

The trees let go of what they once held dear,

As if to shed their memories and let go of their fears,

Their leaves falling like tears from their eyes,

And yet, there's beauty in this letting go, no goodbyes.

The ground below, a canvas of brown,

As the leaves create their own crown,

Silently they lay, a gentle reminder,

Of the beauty in endings, of nature's own timer.

And so, as autumn takes its hold,

And the trees let go of their vibrant gold,

We remember that in endings there is always a new start,

And the beauty of nature will forever hold our hearts.

The leaves of autumn, once vibrant and green,

Now turn to gold and orange, a stunning scene.

They fall gently to the ground, one by one,

As the season's change is now fully begun.

The trees that once stood tall and strong,

Now look frail as the winds blow long.

The rustling of leaves beneath our feet,

Brings memories of summer, oh so sweet.

As the days grow shorter and the nights grow cold,

The autumn leaves turn brown and old.

Their beauty fading, as they fall to the ground,

A reminder of life's fleeting moments, profound.

But even in their fading, the leaves still hold grace,

Their colors a reflection of nature's embrace.

So let us cherish this season, before it's gone,

For soon the leaves will be covered by winter's dawn.