The wind blows slightly and blows the petals off the flowers. You can hear the small animals rustling around in the grasses. A butterfly flies into the air. He gets higher and higher and I wonder what it would be like to fly in the air. The wind blowing underneath my wings and everything on the ground would seem to shrink the farther I go up. If I wanted to land I would slowly float down and land on a colorful flower.
I walk away, the sun is starting to set I sit down and see the bright colors slowly disappear in the horizon. It totally fades and all I can see is the black night filling the sky. Soon the stars come out and the sky is filled with little glowing specks. I look up, my eyes are closing and I slowly nod off to sleep.
I really liked the vocabulary in your piece,like "rustling" and "little glowwing specks". I also liked your idea of flying like a butterfly. I thought this was really creative.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this piece too. The way you took a quick journaling exercise to the stage of a creative piece was really cool. I wonder why the second paragraph is a little messed up with formatting. It seems like a small matter, but formatting is an issue that we want to control too. I look forward to some more similar entries.
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