Autumn
Cold breezes dance through crisp morning air. Crackly brown leaves cascade around gnarled oak trees. Bare branches protrude from tree trunks, like knobbly fingers snatching at thin air. A carpet of decaying leaves lies underfoot, crunching into dust with every step. Light rain patters on the roof of twigs, dropping through the torn umbrella of entwined boughs and branches. A golden sun ascends the misty sky, making every dew drop glow glow. My eyes light up from the beauty of Autumn. By Amy
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