What A Glorious World
Skylar, 10th- Kansas
You’re outside in a meadow of dandelions.
A cool breeze caresses your cheek, enveloping you in a refreshing hug.
You hear the steady trickle of a stream nearby, the languorous movement of the water playing a tune in your ears.
You see the sun’s yellow light bathing everything before you in gold, leaving nothing untouched.
You reach out and brush your hand against the dandelions beneath you, feeling their fuzzy softness.
You set its little seeds free.
They are carried smoothly by the breeze into unknown lands, framed in golden light.
You hear the birds chirping to a song only they know,
their high melodic voices carrying across the meadow.
You take a deep breath in.
You smell the rich, earthy soil beneath you, the sickly sweetness of dandelions before you, and the faint smell of the water around you.
What a glorious world.
The sun lowers on the horizon, the sky turning a deep orange. The sun prepares for another night and another day, and you turn to do the same.
Behold, the power of the senses.
Behold, the power of imagery.
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Students 6th-12th Grades