Leaves dance in the gentle breeze,
Nature's tapestry, a vibrant tease.
Whispering secrets on the forest's lease.
In autumn's embrace, they change their hue,
Crimson, gold, and orange, a kaleidoscope true,
Falling gracefully, bidding summer adieu.
In winter's chill, they lay on the ground,
Come Little Leaves Come, little leaves, Said the wind one day; Come to the meadows With me and play. Put on your dresses Of red and gold; For summer is past, And the days