The wind whispered softly. The wild flowers swayed gently in the breeze as I danced

among them. I laughed aloud as colorful petals filled the air. They were dancing with me.


Gracefully raising my arms, I swayed back and forth as wheat in the wind. Petals landed

softly in my beech nut color locks, forming a crown. I was a flower princess.


The wind rustled my hair, and the petals floated away. Away, far away, they went. I

danced for them. I danced to their glory and beauty.


Hair windblown, cheeks flushed, I ran swiftly after them. They were going home and I

with them.