It continues into a garden.
The trees stand alone, dressed in burning leaves, as they get consumed in a colorful flame.
In the heart of the garden, a cool stone fountain provides a drink for feathered animals before they continue their long trip south.
The Wind now grabs a single burnt leaf from a tree and lowers it gently onto the fountain, sending ripples of glassy water outward. The water suddenly turns dark as a shadow passes over it.
A flutter of feathers follows.
The Wind now carries a hawk down into the clearing, its fragile yet magnificent wings folding to catch a gust of cool wind that sends it shooting downwards. Its talons stretched, it comes in for the kill.
A screech of terror is carried by The Wind across a meadow to a lonely scarecrow as he watches the scene from afar. He wishes he could help.
The Wind is breathing hard. It stops to rest as a ball of gold drops from the sky and illuminates rays that bounce across fields of endless pumpkins.
The sun grabs a content hawk's attention, and the magnificent animal stops to watch the end of a windy day.