English assignment :) the first fun one we've had

A cool breeze blows the flyaway hairs back from my face, its soothing touch invigorating and energizing me. The touch of the wind’s fingers is as soft as a butterfly’s kiss. I close my eyes and inhale the mid-autumn air, just starting to turn cold, and the aroma of pine leaves and musky forest fill my nose. I can taste the sharp air in my mouth, clean and clear. It is mid-afternoon, and ten feet above my head, the leaves, which have already began to change colors, are bathed in warm rays of sunlight. A bright blue cloudless sky peeps through the canopy of leaves. A kaleidoscope of colors, green and blue and orange and red and yellow, spins above me. I smile at the pattern on the mossy ground formed by the dappled sunlight. It looks magical, like the gossamer wings of a faery. Softly floating down to earth like falling stars, the leaves blown off the trees catch the sunlight and shine a bright gold. Some are caught by the sparse bushes lining the path in the middle of their flight, and lie there, trapped, contrasting with the green foliage and trembling every now and then with the passing wind. The drifting leaves that manage to reach their destination form a fiery velvet carpet, soft and plush under the soles of my feet. A creek burbles by, winding through trees and bushes, the sound like laughter to my ears. Various birds chirp incessantly, forming a sweet, intricate melody that rings through the woods, as if the trees themselves were reverberating with sound. I reach the big maple tree in the clearing and look up. A supple and worn-out rope ladder leads to the tree house propped among the branches of the maple. Simple and understated, the tree house features a small stained glass window on the side and a carved wooden door for the entrance. The vibrant crimson leaves framing the house complement the window, which depicts pink and red roses in shards of colored glass. Contrasting sharply with the brown doorway, the red hues in the mahogany wood are highlighted by the maple leaves. Strands of fairy lights are draped over the branches and along some of the trees lining the clearing. At night, the clearing lights up, a place of mystery and enchantment.  The trees surrounding the clearing give a comforting effect, as if the tree house is hidden, nested, amongst the other trees. Rough and worn from years of experience, the bark of the tree is uneven under my fingertips. I grasp the supple rope ladder, which is cool to the touch, and make my way to the top of the tree. Before entering the tree house, I stop and look around. A maple leaf tie-dyed with red and orange spirals down from above like a fluttering paper bird, and I catch it before it can reach the ground. The sun has begun the path down from its peak, and stripes of soft pink and purple already begin to streak the sky. Around me, leaves rain to the ground like tears of fire.