In the Meadow

In the meadow runs a girl with her purple kite.
Looking for a swift breeze for her kite to catch,
the crisp wind swooshing in her face sending brown
pieces of glossy hair in all directions;
dressed in a flowered green sundress and an orange
sunhat to mach. Sandaled feet with white buckles.
The warm yellow sun shines down on her, as the
clouds gush by, as she waits in the meadow.

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