I see a wide array of colors. Watercolor blue against bright green, mixing in together creating something beautiful.
I hear baby birds calling out to their mothers and the people I care about most, my friends, whispering next to me.
I smell the pure grass blowing in the wind, almost as if they’re waving goodbye…
I taste the cool wind, ruffling my hair, carrying me away from all reality.
I touch the cold stem of a crisp daisy between my chilled fingertips.
I feel free. Like I can fly, or do anything.
I wonder what it would be like to fly like a bird in the sky, never touching the ground.
I wish I could be a flower, swaying in the wind, never worrying about anything.
I hope I will never lose the people I care about more than anything.
I am a bird, a flower and a friend.