Fall Writing


 
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As I ventured through the woods in autumn, the sights I saw amazed me. I heard the birds singing through the canopy of leaves like someone blowing a flute. Along with the birds song, I heard squirrels climbing up trees and deers feeding on roots and grass beside me. Since it was autumn and the leaves were falling, I heard the rustle of the leaves under my feet. As I was walking, the breeze carried a faint smell of flowers from summer. When I got deeper into the woods, the breeze was following me but this time with a hint of leaves blowing through my nose. There were more trees and as I came up to touch one, I stepped into a deep puddle and the wetness of the water came up to my like ankles like I was wading into my hot tub at my house. I remembered it was almost dinnertime because I saw the sun setting in the horizon.  As I was going to to touch the trees one last time, a leaf fell onto my hand and the smooth surface soothed me. As I was running home, the bark on the trees looked like melted dark chocolate. My dog greeted me with a lick on the cheek. I looked back at the woods and the beautiful golden yellow and bright violet red leaves on the trees and the ground.

By: Jinjoo
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