Falling Leaves In Autumn Poem by Magod Scroef

In golden hues, the leaves do fall,
A tapestry of autumn, vibrant and tall.
Whirling and twirling, dancing through the air,
In this season of change, they truly declare.

Eagerly, they leap from their lofty trees,
Like confetti, floating with gentle ease.
Crimson, amber, and fiery shades ignite,
As they cascade downwards, a breathtaking sight.

A symphony of rustling with each step,
The earth's carpet, where they softly rep.
Crunching beneath our feet, a melodic sound,
As we wander through nature's playground.

Their journey, a farewell from summer's embrace,
A gentle reminder of time and its pace.
A kaleidoscope of foliage, swirling with flair,
Autumn's brush stroke painting the air.

The trees stand bare, their branches exposed,
Yet harboring secrets, the cycle goes.
Preparing for slumber, a momentary rest,
Before awakening in spring, renewed and blessed.