“I see!” said Riya, clapping her hands. “Autumn is a leaf party!”

Riya looked up. The big green tree in the park was now wearing a golden-yellow dress. Some leaves were orange, and some were as red as apples. A cool breeze blew, and the leaves swirled down like tiny dancing fairies.

After school, she asked her mother, “Mamma, what does autumn look like?”

Riya’s drawing won the first prize. But the best part was not the prize. It was the happy feeling of knowing that autumn is not sad because leaves fall. It is beautiful because the trees paint themselves one last time before winter.