The flowers are blooming, as if someone told a joke and made a beach of grass laugh. The one near me, with thin pink petals, seems to be laughing loudly.

Leaves are falling, as if someone is telling a sad story, making the branches cry. The branch closest to the root shook its light posture, as if tears fell silently. Or {the tree seems to be angered by the cold autumn wind, lost his temper and dropped leaves all over the floor. The first few leaves that landed were sallow with fear and kept shaking when they landed.