On one autumn day, the cold floor was laid upon by the dying leaves as they took their last breath. The mist curled its fingers around the trunks of the tree as the children played happily by themselves.

In the distance, the strong wind licked the tip of the weather vain whilst listening to the beautiful sound of the wind playing its tune. As the sun rose it stretched its arms whilst warming up the freezing ice on the peaks of the hills.

As the church bells rang , a man, who was old and frail, hiked down the dusty path. Feeling tired and lonely , he continued his miserable journey. The clothes he wore were ripped and unwashed, muted in colour he blended into the background. The shoes were sole-less like him. His old scrubby hat looked like he had stolen it from a rusty old rubbish bin.