Without using color names, describe trees.
The wind, fresh and wild, swooshed through the leaves of the trees, making them move and glitter. Burnished, they cast dancing shadows as the grass swayed beneath them. A few drifted to the ground, torn free. They lilted through the air, some flying, some drifting, some whirling. The trunks moved like hula dancers, lithe and thin.
In the patch of forest, up on the hill near the road, some trees had been tossed more wantonly by the wind and their long naked finger-like branches reached toward the clouds. The sky made an arch above the froth of fair-skinned trees, a haze that hovered above the ground like a mist. The honey-like autumn sun slanted its late season light and caught the hovering dust.