Autumn writing

Autumn, I feel the soft breeze blowing my hair into my face, I feel the leaves crunching under my feet, plants brushing against me, the sun glaring down at me.

I hear trees swaying, I hear lawnmowers in the distance, washing lines squeaking like a mouse, balls bouncing like I'm in a basketball game.

I see all the different coloured leaves on bushes and trees, I see bees trying to get as much pollen as they can before the flowers die, I see goosebumps on my arms from the breeze that look like little hills, leaves falling to the ground silently waiting to get raked.

I smell all kind of different scents from the flowers, I smell freshly mowed grass, fresh dirt that has just been placed.