Oh I hope I make it through this storm and land somewhere beautiful, I feel the wind beginning to calm but it's so dark I can't see where I'm about to land. I hit the ground hard just before dawn and I sit hopefully, waiting to see where my adventure has taken me. As the sun creeps up into the horizon the yellow and orange light stretches out over the most majestic thing I'd ever seen. Canyons as far as the eye can see varying from burnt orange to light brown, some parts so deep I can't even see the bottom from where I'm perched. The canyons were covered in morning dew, I smell the rich red dirt and think to myself 'What an enchanting place to be'. I wanted to stay on the side of the exquisite canyon but the wind decided it was not my forever place and took me away again. As I flew above the canyon I can see the river rushing down, the roaring rapids churning side to side reflecting the suns hot rays while splashing the canyon walls. I say goodbye to the fabulous view and anticipate where the wind will take me next.
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Lucy's Dream
Short StoryLucy's a lonely dandelion with dreams to see the beautiful world though sadly is stuck in a field where all she can see is a dump but can one storm fulfill her dreams
