Fall

Fall looks like leaves fluttering from the tree outside the windy day.

Fall smells like pie baking in my moms house.

Fall taste like candy being eaten up in the dark night.

Fall feels like the whistling wind passing by my face outside school.

Fall sounds like leaves crunching under my feet in the dark forest.

Fall dreams like me flying south with the birds.

 By Seher

Mrs. Doane's Class  |  Pocantico Hills School

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