Creative Writing "Fall"

All the world is a crackle of leaves. Crackle, crackle, and a rustle, and the wind pushes and pulls the trees, attempting to rid them of their orange-and-brown adornments, and the sound they make is like the hearty laughter of the earth, the planet hasn't a care in the world because this is the time when it shouldn't. This is a time to enjoy the color, enjoy the sights and sounds of the leaves coating every inch of ground, because in the blink of an eye it will all be gone, covered and coated with a blanket of white in the muted, dead sleep of winter. Winter will come and silence this, snuff out the colors and the crackle and leave you with a monochrome world of white-to-grey, all cold and ice and though Autumn has that nip, that chill in the air, the colors of the leaves are there to comfort and warm you.

Autumn has the power to make you think of children who giggle and roll down hills and the thoughts make you want to do the same, they make you want to find a hill and fall, forget your worries like the world's forgotten his and think of nothing but that thrill of falling, falling, but safe - safer than you've ever been before, because in autumn the leaves are falling, and you are falling - the leaves are dying, but you will never die, because you are bright and happy and full of the laughter of the earth.

You can wait until winter to die... for now, just falling will suffice.