"Autumn Leaves: Life's Metaphor"

In autumn's grasp, the trees stand tall,
Their leaves, like memories, gently fall.
In hues of gold and crimson blaze,
They teach us life's ephemeral phase.

Each leaf that flutters to the ground,
A story told without a sound.
Of seasons passed, and moments lived,
In nature's cycle, we're all sieved.

Just as the trees release their past,
We too must shed what cannot last.
To grow anew, we must let go,
Embrace the change, let wisdom flow.

For in the leaves that dance and twirl,
We find the beauty in the swirl.
Of life's transitions, bittersweet,
In every fall, a chance to greet.

So as the trees in autumn grieve,
They teach us how to truly cleave.
To what's essential, love and strife,
In shedding leaves, we find our life.