Autumn

I didn't feel like writing this for college english because I thought it was stupid and a waste of time, so I made it depressing!!:

The wind hits my face as I stare out at the colorful trees. Finally, I can sleep comfortably with my windows cracked, no more relying on the air conditioning. The wind picks up and the trees sway under the pressure of the wind, and after so much bending the leaves fly off their thin branches, cluttering the ground. In these large fields the colors make a collage of false inner-meaning (from examples I’ve heard the meaning is only as profound as the person’s capacity for pseudo-meaning). ‘Leafers’ make the trek up to admire this short-lived foliage, and see Hudson Valley’s true (and really only) beauty. Wildlife is scarce except for the squirrels that scamper through the thick layers of leaves looking for the ‘sacred’ acorns, never satisfied, always more to be found.
Journeying up to the tree that a squirrel is situated under I see the life fading out of it. It bared its fruit, and the lively green of the leaves, from the chlorophyll begins to wane. The fruit surrounding this suffering tree begins to rot, not accomplishing their evolutionary goal; to penetrate the soil and germinate. For the apples that are luckier and picked, they become the chief fruit staple in the homes across the area, crisp and sweat, the best around.
Soon this beautiful landscape will seem barren, nothing but the brown of the bark under a white cover of snow. The wildlife will take shelter and the scene will look dead. But, alas, these to fleeting weeks of prismatic color betray the true meaning of this season, autumn. For the tree’s, time slows as it sheds its life, a decrepit frame of a once formidable, lively tree. Just as the leaves fall, summer leaves our homes and our mindset, as we brace for yet another satisfyingly long winter.