Autumn

A leaf looks like an oval with a stick gently falling from the trees.

The air smells fresh and blowing all around.

The water tastes fresh and cool. I get it from the babbling brook .

Rocks feel like their making noise and poking my feet.

A bird sounds like screaming kids, at the top of their nests.

My autumn dream is full of color and sounds of nature going to sleep.

By Alejandra

 

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