Your Story Breathes Again

Your story breathes again, In the whispered exhale of falling leaves, Orange, red, and brown leaves, Their silent goodbye, Drifting to the ground, In a ballet of descent, And slow dancing, With a gentle, amiable wind. Each leaf a page turned, In the book of seasons, A chapter ending, another beginning, In the grand narrative of nature, Fall's manuscript, inked in hues, Of amber, ruby, and earthy tones. The trees, once lush and green, Now surrender their secrets, A confetti of memories, Carried by the breeze, Tales told in rustling whispers, As the earth receives its annual gift, Of life's elegant, graceful fall. And in this fleeting moment, Nature's poetry unfurls, A stanza of serenity, A verse of transition, A reminder that in every ending, A new beginning awaits, As your story, like the leaves, Breathes again.