What I saw was truly beautiful, even words can't describe this sight as accurate as I see it. Vibrant shades of green and yellow, spread across the field. Petals drifting along the air, creating an aray of colours. Rays of sunshine covered so much of the field, blending all the cold colours, to join this breathtaking view. Clouds painted the sky with such a unique pattern, even while they were up in the sky, they gave themselves an important role for this view.
A fresh breeze could be felt running along the surface of your skin. Sunlight hitting your face softly, and feeling the warmth of it. Petals touched the surface of your arm, before drifting somewhere into the valley. You picked a flower, putting it behind your ear. Feeling the stem and it's petals as it touched your beautiful face, your eyes beaming towards the vast field in front of us.
Nature is doing it's part, and we are listening. You can hear all the trees rustling along the wind, maybe a few branches and sticks fell, but it's still there. Birds were chirping, showing that dawn has come, and it was the start of a warm day. Maybe there were also baby chickens running along too, tweeting, and making little scratching sounds to the ground, while adventuring in the grass. Bees buzzing along, to get their pollen, to make that delicious, sweet honey, we all know and love.
We breathed in the fresh air from the valley, it was so clean. Unlike, the city we used to live in before. The city was crowded, loud, and very intoxicating. Suffocating, to be exact. While here, it's spacious, peaceful, and pristine. Nothing like the city.
I can ramble about things I hate about the city, for who knows how long. You wouldn't want that though, it's quite annoying and would be bitter of me, to do so. Let's just focus and what we have now, focus on the present, with the summer day. Let go from where we were, and be alive than constantly survive. Maybe make a flower crown, for the both of us.
There's something sad about picking flowers, you know? It represents how death would pick a person. Picking the best ones, making them die faster. Then, leaving the rest alone, leaving them be. If no new "better" flowers come, then we pick the best from the worst.
No matter though, let's just make these flower crowns. Alright? It will be okay.
A/N
this is just a uh- random thing that my head decided to just write, with no plan. it ended up with thoughts which, wasnt my intention BUt iT maDe iT nIce- but imma just give yall this, while i fail to write dialouge or- however you spell it :')
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Short StoryI use this book, to practise writing descriptively :D pls critique, I want to kno PS: you can request ideas for me to write, would love the help :] (put it at the Author's Note of any chapter :D)
