Autumn leaves

Autumn Poem

I see the Leaves twirling like a tornado,

from a popcorn machine blown up by a raging heated volcano. 

Leaves falling slowly to the ground like a parachute that got fallen over by their dead branches. 

I hear the rustling sound beneath my feet like in a pile of crunching crumbs of nuts.

I feel the breeze pushing the leaves like they're racing to the ground where it’s full of crunchy leaves.