A young girl innocent of everything around her discovered where the flowers are.
In its magical wonderland where colors of every flavor shook her hands and kissed her knees while she played beneath a tree.
The clouds crawling by one by one at a time taught to her dream and showed her how to be creative and smile when she had nothing to smile about at all, though she thought.
Dressed in every fascinating shape the clouds blew smoke from the chimneys up high with swirls of yellows and pink garlands that danced above the fields where she lay.
Tomorrow the sun said as it winked its sleepy head, will be waiting for you in all of its magical glory.
We will be waiting for you to tell us another story said the clouds and the flowers that she found in her new happy place where dreams come true.
So early in a little girl’s needs for sunshine and rainbows and pretty ribbons wrapped in the breath of heaven and adorned in the dews that make them.
