The war
By Nathaniel B
Watch the brave leaves fight against the the dry weather
Each tree stands like a brave country, their soldiers fighting 'til their fall
Countries stand proud until conquered
Others hold their defenses until the next season
Dry and dilapidated, only the hands of a caring being can nurture it back to life
The cruel climate tries to crush their hopes, but they still fight through
Pitter! Patter!
The leaves float down softer and sweeter than the lightest feathers
The war is over. The trees are reproducing, they reflect on the horrid season they went through,
The horrid season, autumn