Autumn

Autumn
With time going on, the sky becomes brighter, so clear with a tiny cloud that hovered like a golden feather. The sun, which has become gentle and soft, is no more hot but like an amiable girl who brought sunshine and warmth to the earth. The earth has taken off her beautiful green dress which decorated by various colorful flowers, and dressed up her bumper harvest dress with the color of bright yellow. The autumn comes.
No one knows the precise time when the autumn come. Just when a cold wind comes across, she tells the living creatures. And then, all of them prepare to welcome the autumn’s coming. Chrysanthemums are the most elegant whose face broadened into grin when they encountered this kind of things usually, but now, they are cheering in the border of the garden, laughing loudly. And there is an apple tree that lies against a slope of a mountain, and she feels so much pleasant because her kids—apples hide behind her arms of branches—whose cheeks turn to red because of the happiness in heart. Ginkgo leaves are like little fans hanging on the tree. While the wind comes, the golden ginkgo leaves just like little butterflies dancing, dropped down to the ground forming a golden pile of blankets. Red maple and oak and birch set up a blaze of color that flamed and flickered across a background of pines. While not all of them are happy and even some of them feel serious about the coming of the autumn. Such as the buttonwoods, standing as soldiers beside the roads, they feel nervous because the clod wind comes like a robber, so buttonwoods ask helps from earth to take care of their children—the leaves to pass the cold winter. And as for themselves, they become
brave soldiers again to fight against the invasion of the enemies.
Tranquilly, in a still night, a burst of piercing wind silently crossed the field and brought the first rain of autumn. Freezing water washed off the hot summer, only a silence laid over the fields and woods and marsh.。