Dear Teachers, I would be more than happy if you check my description of fall, regards

FALL
Fall finally came again in that year. The time for the picking up of ripe winter apples heralded the end of the summer. As the cool winds of autumn would replace the warm breezes of summer and touch the innocent and unaware green leaves on their branches, to turn them harshly to yellow. The yellowed leaves, like the old men with bent waist, reaching the end of their lives, wait for the cold wind of October to pluck them roughly from their branches. This sad aspect of autumn has always touched me deep in the heart. There, in the farm, was a joyful and excited flurry for the coming winter. Not only we the humans but also all living creatures live these excited moments to prepare for the winter. As the green cover of the gardens became worn out and lost, Warblers, bee birds, storks and other migratory birds had already abandoned gardens and kept their long migration routes. Crows and magpies proclaimed their kingdom in the yellowish-brown lands in their absence. Green ornaments of the roadsides; shrubs, berries and thorns, lost their foliage and seemed as though denuded their green leaves and laid bare with their yellow-brown branches. Nature was preparing to plunge into sleep.