The Wood Lot

As the wind blows through the trees, The sound of the branches cracking and moaning fills the wood lot. Fall is coming. The trees in nature's rhythm sway. The air smells of dry leaves as they fall from the trees. Red orange and yellow leaves carpet the ground below.

As I walk among the trees, the leaves crunch beneath my feet. I can hear something moving around my feet I do not know what it is. Is it mouse or just the leaves moving in the wind?

- Brian Chometsky