wild flower

Wildflower ... "Father, I love him!" Tallulah said, which meant to drain water and exhausted the tent. Tarura ran around but did not see the way. Tears came out of her big brown eyes, her face was filled with soft pink cheeks and fell to the ground. She knew that she would never meet her father again. For her, there is love in my heart, but another feeling has been inherited. Tallula fell to the ground, and soft green grass breaded towards her beautiful little body. Like a crow's feather like a silky long black, the hair spread across the whole face trying to dry the tears without stopping.

Sighing, I felt awkward; then suddenly faded to settlement. Birds sing - they speak, I understand their language, their happiness, excitement they do not know. The grass smells, the field flowers are strong, there are tropical colors, and life is shouting. I am satisfied with the dimension of nature. My ears listened to the gentle snore of the stream, the scream of the dragonfly, and the distant sound of the birds. I am satisfied with the pleasure of nature, and the truth appears in my mind - the truth I always knew

Wild flowers are the most beautiful in love; their land is not rich or rich; because their dreams are not vast pastures or rich. Instead, it is a rocky land and a stone hill, a sturdy mountain. The heart of the invisible beautiful land is preserved, but bright vineyards bring a wonderful view when it is discovered by cracks or cracks in a ball of astringency. "The goddess of the moon, once known as Serene, sees Enduom growing sheep on the top of Ratmos Hill, eternal life, so he can extend this happy dream forever Selene visits him every night with his immortal sleep. "

He is a wild flower full of thorns, no one dares to choose. Looking at him, I am thinking, why is it so pale and looks sick? Those coming from far admire him as a bamboo full of wild flowers, but do not dare to choose why it is so cold and lonely when the summer breeze blows. In the rain he suffered, I caught him; when he bloomed in my contacts, I was very angry though I was torn apart by my thorns in my body. My delicate wild flowers