Mother Earth breathes forth a gentle wind that shakes trees. Colored chimes begin to play music of breeze gliding over leaves. The yellows make sweet cello sound. While the browns dance upon the ground. Mother Earth has yielded her harvest.
Orange pumpkins lie all around.
Corn is grinning through the shuck. The fruits lie ripe upon the ground. Her children work to take her gifts. Earth garnished, beauty only she can give. Thankfully, her children dance with glee.