Toitoi 21



Words by

Joanna Morgan, age 11

Pictures by

Lanjun Liu, age 12

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The howling army of adventurous children scatters beneath

the giant tree, crushing the delicate autumn leaves

with satisfaction and delight.

Brightly-pigmented crisp leaves spiral down gracefully from

the bare branches like elegant ballerinas, only to be thrown

around by the violent rush of wind.

A deep chill hangs in the aggressive autumn air. My shaky

hands grow numb as I throw piles of leaves into the sky.

I wonder where all the beautiful colours of autumn go

during summer and spring.