Rustling Leaves and Whistling Breezes Poem

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Amidst the woods in autumn's embrace,
Leaves rustle with a gentle grace,
They dance and sway in the breeze's song,
A melody that's been here so long.
Whistling breezes weave their way,
Through branches bare in disarray,
They carry secrets from afar,
A whispering tale that's meant to spar.
The leaves, like nature's golden gown,
Float down to earth without a frown,
They carpet the ground in shades of red,
A fiery tapestry that nature has spread.
The breezes, with their playful tune,
Create a symphony that's opportune,
They serenade the forest floor,
With whispers soft and winds that roar.
Together, leaves and breezes play,
In nature's orchestra every day,
A symphony of sights and sounds,
A treasure that nature so astounds.
So, let's embrace the rustling leaves,
And the whistling breezes that nature weaves,
For in their dance and playful tease,
We find the magic that nature frees.