Cinquains
Wind blows
As they rock trees
Leaves blow high in the sky
As they fal to the mud colour ground grass
Wind blows.
Autumn 
Is 3 season
As they float peacefully
They lay there for days ice-cold
Dead now.
Wind blows
As they rock trees
Leaves blow high in the sky
As they fal to the mud colour ground grass
Wind blows.
Autumn 
Is 3 season
As they float peacefully
They lay there for days ice-cold
Dead now.