The lavender meadow gently danced against the comfort of the soft, humming wind, brushing the golden hair from her delicate shoulders. The sun melted into nectar as the blooming clouds swarmed like an abundance of bees. Hummingbirds sang peacefully in the distance looking down upon the tranquility presented below. The soft touch of mauve jewels formed a sweet scent of composure. Her coffee-coloured moonstones held silent secrets which screamed glaringly as her moons met my suns. The skeletons within her closet woke from a misleading trance as the suns nectar melted beyond our hearts and we pirouetted through sweet, fragrant lavender meadows.
