Shakespearean Sonnet

Sienna’s notebook matches the blue sky, along with the stripes in her plaid shirt sleeves. Cold pushes me and I wonder why. The ground is littered with the trees’ old leaves. Grass is dying from the lack of sunlight. Trees constantly dance to their own wind song. Ants run from it, thinking it is frostbite. Leaves silently wish they could dance along. Flowers wilt; frost covers like a blanket. All the leaves in the ground are colorful, not quite losing their bright colors just yet. Plants die but nature is still beautiful. The school buses getting cold from winter resemble cheddar cheese on a burger.