Fall Writing project

As I biked down a dirt road I had to stop to look at the beautiful waterfall and all the wonderful trees surrounding it. I just had stop because the trees looked like big chunks of gold laying on the ground of the early gold mines. The path lead me even closer to the waterfall, it sounded like the humming of a river. The waterfall shimmered as the sun reflected off the water. I just had to take some pictures of the beautiful area. Snap. Snap. All the colors were all mixed up and it looked like a sand storm of color. I could hear the birds shrilling like the siren of an ambulance. The rock looked like a giant slab of silver across a great plain and the trees smelled  like a fresh brewed cup of orange tea. The air felt like a cold glass of lemonade of a hot summer day.