"The Garden Of Flowers"
by
Stysha

y special place is a garden of flowers. The soft flower petals feel silky. The flowers dancing in the breeze like ballerinas make me giggle. The howling of the wind gives me goose bumps all over my arms and legs. The moisture of the dirt is wet and gushy between my toes. Roses in strings on my left. Daisies in strings on my right. The flowers fragrances are like potpourri. I love the sound of birds chirping over my head. The rough butts of the flowers feel like little rocks. I love the the butterflies fluttering in the breeze. At night I like the sound of crickets because I don't feel alone. Then my mom's sweet voice tells me it's time to go and as I run towards her and the cool wind blows through my hair. She holds me close and we go home.

The End

Story by: Stysha, age 11