Autumn in the Forest
The forest dons its autumn gown as leaves transform into fiery reds, burnt oranges, and golden yellows. Sunlight filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the carpet of fallen leaves that crunch softly underfoot. A squirrel scampers up an oak tree, its cheeks stuffed with acorns, while a woodpecker taps rhythmically on a trunk in the distance. The air is crisp and carries the earthy scent of pine and decaying leaves. As evening approaches, the sky turns a soft amber, and the forest grows quiet—except for the rustle of leaves as a gentle wind whispers through the trees.