I emerge from the tree line.
A sight full of wonder and color in front of me.
Pinks, purples, blues, and reds.
All interspersed amongst the grass.
I lean down to smell a flower
Its fragrance is divine.
I decided to pick one. Then another.
A hoard I start to amass
I weave them into a tiara.
A crown for all to see
I'll wear it to school tomorrow
And show it off in every class.
For now, it's the o...