Winter. A cloudy, gray winter.
What I don't like about winter is the fall weather. Rain, slush, everything is gray and not pretty. All nature is asleep. Except the spruce green trees are doing well.
All the flowers have bloomed. All the leaves have fallen. The snow has melted. All in all, not my favorite weather. There's nothing to photograph at a time like this. Only dried flowers.
I went to the field to take a photo for you. But there's nothing to photograph. Everything is monotonous, gray, withered.
So I took a photo of this dried flower for you. It's nothing special, but something about it caught my eye.
I was covered in mud when I went to the field to take the photo. There was so much mud on my shoes, it felt like my feet were too heavy)
It was more of a funny walk. I was all dirty. And even when I got home I was told my forehead was covered in mud. Lol. It was funny. I like the snow walk better) when it's snowing it's more fun, it's nice to walk, to hear the snow crunching under your feet. By the way, did you know why the snow crunches?) it's the snowflakes breaking under our feet.
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STOPSome lines have changed in your poem but it is very lovely in which you have shown the withering of your plant, it will soon start blooming again, this change can be seen according to the weather Due to some reason this plant may have dried up but it will become green again and some new blooms will be seen on it again