The orange one spoke first…  

Its that time of year again!

The sky’s are blue, the ground is crisp.

Its time for us to float down to the white crisp ground below.

We form a blanket of red gold and green, a pathway of magic!

Suddenly a gush of wind palys with us swirling, curling games.

The children join in the games by skipping along, hearing us crunch and rustle as they kick us above and beyond.

The laughter of the children shines through like fading sun.

The joy we bring to those around fun fun  fun .

But winter will come.