leaves ( sme thing i rote wen menta b doin an essay)
over a fence into a medow, skiping, dancing, playing with one another, gently they glide along the surface of the ground , elegantly they flutter by trees, plants and wildlife.
picking up speed as the calm breeze blows them around, they dance in circles like a whirl wind, they play chase constently trying to win, they skip along the medow without any disturbance.
the wind decides their fate.
as the wind picks up so does their speed, they are now sprinting, fighting , and darting in and out of cars, fighting to keep their speed, fighting one another, fighting to be kept moving, sprinting along if the wind slows down so do they, they fight to keep control, but its a loosing battle.
The wind is their enemy but also their source of life.
picking up speed as the calm breeze blows them around, they dance in circles like a whirl wind, they play chase constently trying to win, they skip along the medow without any disturbance.
the wind decides their fate.
as the wind picks up so does their speed, they are now sprinting, fighting , and darting in and out of cars, fighting to keep their speed, fighting one another, fighting to be kept moving, sprinting along if the wind slows down so do they, they fight to keep control, but its a loosing battle.
The wind is their enemy but also their source of life.