In spring the wind blew not harshley but softly. It sounded like people whispering into the air. The sky was a powder blue white big white fluffy clouds. They looked like big fluffs of whipped cream floating in the sky. They make dark red and pink folwers sway in the breeze.Seeds (little babys) flow into the air away from the the grown ones. A girl named Allison came and picked them up joyfully in her small childs hand. She brought them home which is a small cottage covered with feilds. She took them and put them in a small red porcilene pot.