Autumn

This piece of writing is about the season I was born in - autumn

Like a scarlet fairies piroutting on the breeze, leaves fluttered from the branches. As I watched, a whirlwind of forest magic danced around my head, mischieviously with strands of my hair. A patchwork of gold and brown blanketed the ground but woodland creatures interrupted mother nature's quilt. Getting up, I heard the crunch of leaves beneath my feet and witnessd the choas my movement caused. When the wind picked up, I hugged my coat closer to my chest. The wind became brutal,battering my face with violent gusts. Savage like an angered bear, the storm tore up the luxurious carpet of delicate bracken blanket. The gales raged, the leaves darted and ... stop. Everything stopped. Calm washed over natures tantrum. A sense of tranquility settled over the forest once more and I made my way home with only the sound of the empty space the autumn winds had left behind. Autumn, the season of change.

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[Millie]

I love this Little Angel ♥, I'd love to carry on reading this. The description of your work is out standing .

Keep it up :)