They’re coming down in showers, The leaves are red and gold.

The leaves crunch in my hand like chips,

as I walk through the powerless leaves on the ground.

Diving into the leaves making a colourful leaf Angel.

The wind is so powerful it will blow me over.

And there are tornadoes of leaves flying everywhere.

“Hello” whispered the wind.

Suddenly the wind got stronger and stronger by the minute.

The leaves are dancing in the wind like there’s no tomorrow.

As the sun shines through the bare trees casting shadows in the distance.

Suddenly I see a blast of colours shining through the light.

By Samantha Woodgate