Auburn Trees In Fall

In June everything was festive and green, a patch of deep blue couldn't be seen... the struggling sun was kept off, with dire, by a dense foilage of emerald; and the robins competed with the blue-jays to harmonize a new song with notes that even a great composer couldn't write... Oh, how I loved that sweet sound! Auburn trees in Fall showed a dull color andulated by the softest wind, which wasn't as perfumed as that of spring, and its sadness was compensated by a beauty, which inspired a poet and a composer to write it with a tender melancholy; and I jotted down the impressive images of a peaceful Nature that revealed its loveliness! The freight trains scurred through the defoliating forest, I found a massive rock and laid my body to rest; and finally those struggling sun-rays broke through to warm my forehead quickly: so glad to have seen, with awe and curiousity, the forest's beautiful and swift creatures storing away food for those gloomy winter's days!... Oh, how happy I felt to have been the wanderer of the forest!