The sunlight is rising,

Giving the world a bright, yellow hue.

The autumn colors shimmer and shine,

As the forest comes to view.

I am welcomed by a hill,

Which is steep to climb.

But, the view of my village is so beautiful,

And peaceful as I hear the church bells chime.

There is a path,

Rocky and gray.

It is so long and keeps on going

That it keeps my attention at bay.

I sniff the air and sigh happily.

The atmosphere is a nice, cold wind.

With wonderful scents of pinecone,

I look up to see the source of pinecones with a big grin.

I look up to see my favorite part of the forest,

Which are the tall trees.

The leaves are falling and changing colors,

After sporting an apple green.

The leaves are on the ground,

Filling it with hues of orange and red.

But, the wind is so heavy that it picks them up.

So everywhere, the leaves fly and spread.

Because the branches do not have the leaves,

They show off their true look.

They are very prickly and skinny,

With their branches leading up to the brook.

The tiny brook keeps on flowing,

Carrying dirt and sticks as it goes.

The brown water jumps over rocks and logs.

But with dams from beavers, its journey comes to a close.

I see my favorite beautiful and cozy bridge,

And across from it, I see my beloved nook.

I go across the bridge and sit on my favorite bench.

It’s time to relax and read my book.

I sit down and read The Picture of Dorian Gray,

While looking up to see the pretty sights.

Being in this special spot makes me feel thankful,

That I can go to a natural place where everything is all right.

I leave my enchanted forest,

Feeling sad that I have to go away.

But, I know that I have to go on with my daily life.

Besides, I can come back the next day!