• Wind whispers through the trees as the sun shines bright.
    The leaves are bright reds, yellows, and oranges.
    A field of trees lies beyond the campus.
    Fall is in the air.
    People walk by the library, and it’s a scene of serenity.
    Mountains lay beyond the church in the distance.
    Home, the mountains are my home.
    I can hear people laughing now.
    The wind blows softly again.
    Ladybugs fly past us, landing on our books as they pass by.
    There are very few clouds in the sky.
    James yells to Ian, and Dinah has major ADD.
    The feel is peaceful as people go about their business.
    Gulls fly over the island, and crows caw in the distance.
    Trees of bright orange towards Rushton and Heritage.
    Time to Move.
    The athletic fields lay in front of a sea of trees.
    Trees I have walked through before.
    Vehicles pass on the road, leaving for the long weekend.
    The serenity of the scene is calming.
    I can see glimpses of the forest trail I walk and the wind gently whispers through the trees.
    Bees are collecting nectar from the clovers as a gull flies over head.
    I can’t hear the class now, and I like it…. James was far too loud.
    The colors of the trees remind me of an inferno, bright and blazing.
    Farms lay beyond the sea of trees, and the river I know lays farther still.
    Calm as it may be, not too many people like the country.
    They say it’s too quiet, and too scary.
    Honestly, I fear the city. It’s too noisy, and there are too many people.
    I can hear the geese as they fly over, guided to the south.
    The gulls fly over again as an airplane can be heard overhead.
    It sounds small, just a bush plane.
    The flock over a field, rising together to continue their journey and rock doves fly by.
    Winds whispers through the trees, the sky is blue, and geese continue their migration.