These are the leaves from my garden.
I picked them this morning for my story and to help me learn.
I can hear the crunching of the leaves when I pick them up
I can see many colors like green and brown.
I can smell the garden from the leaves like the grass.
I can touch the leaves and they feel rough.
I can taste winter coming.
By Ella Prendergast
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