Wednesday, 16 November 2016



A young girl steps onto wet grass, flowers sprouting before her eyes. Trees blossom with ripe fruit and birds chatter away on the first day of Spring. Spring painted the sky blue, birds flying with happiness. Baby birds are born in their nests, rabbits jumping up and down with glee. The strong wind turns to a soft breeze, the seas waves lapping against the white sand. Spring climbs up a big oak, his arms holding her as she goes higher. Spring looked over the land, her smile widening. She spent days in happiness, exploring, and laughing.

Spring knew it was time to go back where she belonged, and it was her turn to go back. Spring said her last words to the land  and disappeared into the sun.

By Elka

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