As summer fades and autumn comes to call,
The leaves upon the trees begin to change,
Their colors bright and bold, they soon will fall,
And leave the trees to weather winter's range.

With every gust of wind, they dance and swirl,
A fiery dance before they drift away,
And as they fall, they blanket all the world,
In a tapestry of red and gold and gray.

The trees, now bare, stand tall against the sky,
Their branches reaching out like bony hands,
And in the quiet stillness, you can spy,
The beauty that remains in barren lands.

So let us marvel at the leaves' last dance,
As autumn's chill begins its slow advance.