Falling Leaves

By Henry Walker

As the falling leaves start to change so does the attitude of many others surrounding
them with love. The kids are unhappy school is in their lives yet again, and the
parents are happy to buy some free time for them. The leaves come in many
different shapes and sizes, many patters seen from the naked eye. Some are orange,
some are brown, some are purple, some are red, but still some are dead, gone in the
wind, no sounds something so beautiful gone in a flash. Yet the people walking by
don’t care nobody does, they are seen as just leaves but not to me I do not see them
small peas, they are much bigger than that, they feed the earth they keep the earth
beautiful.