It is a freezing, cold winter’s day, when the beautiful robins glide swiftly and thoroughly through the giant and tall pointy trees, dodging the slow falling snowflakes as they rain like stars from heaven. I turn my old rusty car off so I don’t alarm the birds, and they continue their business. I can hear the immense trees rustle as their snow covered leaves fall effortlessly to the soft white snow. I imagined the snow looked like a massive fluffy blanket covering the green grass with winter love. I start to open my car door to look at the snow… but it is yellow… Why?
Author: Tristan Platt