The bright green leaves are now turning orange and are littering the walkways. As I continue my walk I find myself on the edge of acres of green grass. ... The grass is damp from the sprinklers as I walk across the empty fields. ... The younger brother abides but pouts and drags his feet along the grass as he does. ... Thoughts of how many days and weeks I have driven by this park and barely noticed the beauty of its green grass, the old oak trees, and the lives of creatures that nest inside their branches. ...

• Word Count: 1353
• Approx Pages: 5
• Grade Level: High School