Brown, brown all around
Makes a sound of mush, mush, plush!
When you hear it
It’s plopping like mud.
Leaves around,
Dead.
They are sitting on the ground.
Trees are waving in the air
Like a painting in the sky.
Wait for green!
Oh, yes! It’s coming!
I really like how you put a lot of work into your poem and I think it sounds awesome…..Mr. Dunk’s blog