Autumn

It's colourful and peaceful it's cold and noisy it's flat with trees. Leafs falling slowly and silently. One by one trees begin to look bare, like the dead. 

I can see my breath likes team. It's colder everyday and wetter. The clouds get darker with rain. I better hurry before it begins. 

The mountains get a white blanket over their tops.

I can see smoke from every chimney disappearing as there's a battle going on.

The wind pushes me into a hole of darkness, neverending. 

By Max