Autumn
I felt the wind picking up and down like the waves of the sea.
My shadow grew longer as it stirred from its dark lonely sleep, in the morning darkness
spreads the fighting sun to get through and shine through all the land until it
grows weak that is when darkness strikes and takes over.
Joseph
The wind was like dancers on my face
When it swiffed past
The acorn fell down from the tree like
Tiny hail stones into my hand
Sun the sun was an oven as I walked
Past the falling leaves from the colourful trees
Sarah Ward
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