The leaves fall gently, like a confetti parade,
Their colors are brilliant, like a picture that's been made.
The breeze carries them, in a whimsical flight,
As they dance and twirl, like a glorious sight.
The trees stand tall, as they shed their leaves,
A reminder of the changing seasons that come and leave.
And as I watch this cycle, I'm reminded of the beauty,
Of nature's ever-changing display of duty.
