The trees billowed in the wind and the branches swayed back and forth slowly with the gentle autumn wind. The ground was covered with golden leaves that were shining because the sun’s light was reflecting off of the last night’s rain. The pond was quiet and ripples slowly glided across the water only when the leaves land softly on its surface. The swans in the lake tenderly slid across the crystal clear lake like how an ice skater skates down the clean, white ice. There I sat, under the peaceful willow trees, in the cool autumn air, watching the reflections of the swans swim by.


Just a little something.