The day was capped off with a treat under the trees. When I think of music, I think of a flower called Prairie Smoke. Prairie Smoke is like a sweet, soft melody playing in the breeze. It also makes me think of a dancer dancing in the wind while I'm whistling and collecting its seeds. When the wind blows, it seems to whistle along with the song I'm singing.
Music is beautiful, just like that flower.
Its soft seeds and blossoms whisper like it's telling me a secret. The soft, pink seeds tell me the words to the song I'm singing while the brown paper sack I'm collecting seeds in, brushes against my leg along with the beat. When I think of a flower called Prairie Smoke, I think of music.