Good-natured Stories

This is a story of an old office worker who is called "Good-natured old man" by his colleagues. He loves to be called like that. He strives day and night to keep his impression unchanged. This is my original story which wrote in Japanese and translated into English. If you find some strange sentences or you can't laugh even once, you should better send a request to Google to improve their translator. I would appreciate it if you could give me some advice to improve my English sentences. The Japanese version is available at the following URL. https://estar.jp/novels/25877802

She watched as the attenuate red and brilliant golden painted leaves mixed within the muddy browns that would soon wither away, ever so often a few would gracefully descend down to the forest floor, the frigid air already affecting the nature. winter is fast approaching. The young woman made her way though the thick forest. Her bovine blue eyes lightening up as the trees started to thin Solace flooded through her veins as she crossed the tree line and out into the small clearing consisting of a rather ample oak tree, its limbs interwoven like a maze within itself. A diminutive smile danced onto her face taking a deep breath she began to climb up the tree not stopping until she reached the branch she decided was her spot. She would spend most of here time up in the tree drawing the wildlife. Here the girl felt whole but she knew well she was the polar opposite, she was broken. How she got to this point was beyond her knowledge yet she knew where it started, him. The worst of it all is the girl had no cognition of who he was to her, no memories no reasoning as to why she feels her chest tightening with anguish at the mere thought of this faceless ghost.