In all seasons there is something amazing, beautiful and special. But still, every person has his own favorite time. Someone likes a warm, sunny summer, rejoicing at the opportunity to be on the golden shore of the sea, splashing in the blue waves, just rushing barefoot through the meadow grass. Some like the flowering spring more, filled with a variety of funny colors and amazing smells. There are those who are fascinated by the cold beauty-winter, sparkling with icicles on the roofs and whiteness of snowdrifts. And for some reason I love autumn most of all. And it’s not such a sad time, as the famous poet wrote; and not always outside the window rain and damp. For me, autumn is the smell of a fire, on which fragrant meat is roasted; some special air and absolutely unique “deep”
Look these bright colors of autumn. Really someone they bring sadness. Most of all I love the time when the leaves fall, when you can walk leisurely along the park avenue, rustling with golden leaves and singing to yourself some cheerful song. I always want to sing at such a time, I’m sorry that I can not write songs. That is, I can, of course, simple and naive children’s songs. But I want to sing something beautiful and just my own! Recently I also walked in the park and watched the weightless leaves fall from the trees.
Each of them is completely different from the others. This one is small, modest, red-brown. And he flies somehow quietly and imperceptibly, hiding on the ground in a bunch of his comrades. And this one is large, bright, golden, with elaborate cuts along the edges. He falls slowly, proudly, swirling and swaying from side to side. It seems, before falling off a branch, he wants to show off before everyone, to show what is better than others. And on the path lies in the free place – that they must notice it. But here is still quite a green leaf is lost in the wind, it calls and carries with it a general flight. But he does not know for sure whether his time has come.
Leaving the park. I made a large bouquet of these autumn leaves to take home a piece of such a wonderful world. I’ll put it in a vase and I’ll admire it for a long time, remembering the autumn fairy-tale park. But before I leave, I will not be long. After all, they say that if you make a wish, standing in the rain from the leaves, it will come true!