#LeafWhispers

The leaves of the oaks
On Autumn walks
Veiled in fog's embrace
The heaven above, a clear open space

A stillness slips, in air, a mystical haze
By mist's gentle touch, the autumn days
Deepen in hues of maize.

Each leaf whispers its fleeting grace
As the sun ascends and descends, singing its own pace
A metaphor for life, though time befalls,
Their beauty lingers, calling autumn's lullaby.
Melting...