fall

Fall It was the first warm day of spring when I blossomed, unsure of what I was going to face, caterpillars, strong winds or rains. I looked out over the land that lay in front of me. My fellow trees towering like giants over the land surrounded me, and many of my kind had begun to bloom its many leaves. It was so peaceful and the distant high school construction seemed unrealistic in my world. …

…a perfect grayish color to serve as a background for this winter wonderland. I felt blanket warm and cozy. I as I look around I can see I am far from the home I previously knew. Now the sea of fire orange is gone. The horrid little troll men are just a dream. The atmosphere is quiet and calm. The sole sound is the pitter-patter of the snowflakes. At last my serenity has been restored.