Autumn

Slowly the sun came up in a bright new morning.  It was the first day of Autumn.  The leaves twirl down like a bellarena in fairy land.  The leaves smell like the smell of mint and the dirt coming from under ground.  You can smell dried up water coming from the rain.

The leaves swish left to right each minute.  They float through the air and came down peacefully.  The leaves sound like a packet of chips when you step on them.  The leaves rustle when they fall on the ground.  The leaves scratch on the ground when you step on them. I love Autumn.

By Annabelle