As autumn creeps upon us, leaves fall free,
their colors blaze like flames of pure desire.
Yet, withering, they burn in wanton glee,
like fine fireworks bloom in autumn’s flare.
Each leaf shines in a stunning masterpiece —
glaring, dressed in twined veins in gold and red.
With grace they glide and twirl, a wild release
before a sweet, year-long dream in earth bed.
They pirouette like ballerinas in ball,
each step a wonder, each turn a delight.
In finale, before beloved all,
they flaunt the beauty’s final stand alight.
So, bow low, learn the last lesson from leaves:
in death, they staged us how to live with ease.
