Walking to the bench outside. I see the leaves falling off the trees and the birds flying in the. The birds are chirping in the tree with the people walking through the rustling leaves. I feel the green grass through my fingertips.
I smell the fresh air through my nose. The empty trees and all you can see is the branches. I moved my feet around in the mud. I felt the cold air hit my face. I saw the birds flying in and out of the trees. My hands touched the bark of the trees it was rufe and gray. The gray dark clouds covered the sky.
