kkpaw

In a field, there are so many wonderful things. Flowers bloom, as a new day begins. The sky is as blue as the ocean, and as vast as it to. The clouds are as white as snow, glistening fresh and new. The trees whisper when every wind blows, for they have hears you should know. The grass is as soft as a blanket, and as welcoming as a mother, who cradles her baby, day in, day out. Leaves flow everywhre, as the wind picks up. On the ground they crinkcle beneath our feet, as she walk, hand in hand, through the feild. I can just hear the rush of a nearby stream, the chirp of a bird, just awoken from its sleep. I can just ima