Autumn's hue, a season old,
With leaves that dance, a wondrous tale to be told.
In shades of gold, they twirl and spin,
A kaleidoscope of color, within.

The trees, they stand, so tall and strong,
Their limbs, a canvas, for the leaves to belong.
They rustle, softly, in the breeze,
A gentle melody, for all to seize.

The ground, a carpet, of crunchy gold,
A sight, to behold, so bold.
The...