Sparks flew, Lights flashed. It was a dance, the Dance of Gold. Golden pieces whizzed past, Autumn leaves were flying in the wind. The Bamboo trees that once looked colourless now reflected magnificent shades of gold, yellow and orange.The forest was Enchanted, and anyone who looked upon it would become Enchanted too. In the past the sun had once broken through the treeline, but today was a very gloomy day. The sky was grey, the canopy was dark, and the only light was in the heart of the forest.
By Ryan B
I like how you wrote it like a poem, next time watch were you put you full stops.
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