• I sit on soft green grass,
    Free and happy as the white clouds on the soft breeze in the light blue sky above the fragrant flowers. The flowers are soft, sweet, pretty and bright. Out in the field, the butterflies never yield to land on your finger. Under the pink cherry blossom tree I watch the sun sink behind the white tipped mountains. As the day turns to night, I run under the silver moon and the soft glow of a sky full of stars and fireflies . Suddenly, I stop. I look up at the sky and see a shooting star and make a wish upon it, as it shoots across the sky over my head, leaving behind a silver trail that disappears in seconds. I hear my mother calling me to come home for bed. Once I'm in bed, I dream of my day in the butterfly field.