Autumn Leaves Poem by Dr Shamim Ali

When autumn leaves begin to fall so slow,
Their golden hues a sight to soothe the eye,
The season's magic starts to bloom and grow,
As nature prepares for winter's nigh.

The rustling sound of leaves upon the ground,
A symphony of colors in the breeze,
The trees with naked branches stand around,
A sight that brings the heart much-needed ease.

The leaves, once green, now bear a fiery red,
As if they know their time is drawing near,
A time of letting go, and yet instead,
They fill our hearts with joy and not with fear.

Oh, autumn leaves, a symbol of our fate,
To fall and rise, and change, and recreate