As I was exploring the forest an a warm, sunny morning, I felt
the warm sun's rays shining brightly on my skin. I heard the squirrels
scurrying across the branches of trees. They sounded as quiet as the
rain pattering on the roof. The smell of morning dew dropped
leaves lured me to wander off the trail. I smelled the fresh
scent of morning leaves that left their trees behind like
snow falling from the sky on a cold winter's day. The forest invited me
to listen to the birds chirping sweetly like little Christmas bells
ringing throughout the forest. I felt the cool air blowing through the
trees as I stood in the forest, shivering, struck with amazement at
what I saw. I saw speckled trees of the calming scene in fall colors.
The trees stood as tall and bold as flagpoles, even though most of
their leaves had fallen off. Many vivid colors, bright on the trees
looked as lively as scarlet flames leaping out of a fire. The leaves, a
brilliant shade of yellow, were as shiny as freshly polished metal. I
felt as if I were walking through a king’s palace, warm and welcoming.
Dew dropped leaves covered the ground like scattered pine needles in a
foliage-covered dirt hill. The landscape was so pretty as if it was
still springtime. As I walked through, I was caught breathless by what
I saw: red, orange, and scarlet-flaxen trees, a stunning lake in the
place that I was walking in, blue and beautiful, shining in the sun,
magenta and pale green brush covering the ground. Life is sweet but
surprising in the forest, I thought, as I walked back to my home.