What I see in fall: a pile of leaves that have fallen from trees, the shiny sky, and a lot of birds. I hear the crunch of leaves, wind moving. I taste the air on the tip of my tongue. I also taste the taste of a plant (its not that bad). I smell that beautiful smell of flowers, like the perfume my mother wears, and the beautiful smell of earth, like the air on a humid day.
By Erica, grade 6


