A Favorite

As I mentioned before, this is one of my new favorite photos. I love the deep, dark green in the grass and the brown, crisp leaf. 

Here is a poem about fall, that I wrote two years ago for English. Writing isn't really my thing, especially poems. But I like how this one turned out:

A Leaf's Journey

By Sereina Charise

As I float down from my tree,
I’m happy that I am free.

I’m red like an apple,
But I used to be green.

I was small in the spring,
But I soon grew big.

We are as thin as a piece of paper,
And when we turn brown and crisp,
We are as fragile as glass.

It is a piece of pie,
For me and my friends
To fly in the sky.

When the wind starts blowing,
I will begin my journey,
I just hope that I won’t get dirty.

The wind will blow,
As cold as a winter snow,
And we will all go.

I hope to go to many new places,
And to meet many new faces.

But once the wind stops blowing,
I will have to stop going.

And then my journey will end,
Until the wind starts blowing again.