Wednesday, 14 May 2014

Autumn
Red fiery leaves falling from the skeleton tree’s
Bright pink flower’s whooshing in the cold breezy wind
There are bright yellow leaves crunched on the apple green grass
Floating leaves like a helicopter floating it’s way down to the ground
I hear a bird singing it sounds just like a flute
The bright red sun shining over the olive green grass.


By Willem.

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