She is a Flower
She is sitting on top of the hill, looking down to the lake. The wind is caressing her face, playing with her hair and once in a while tickling her as it keeps her company. She laughs and pulls herself back, circling in the current.
She is sitting on top of the hill, looking down to the lake. The wind is caressing her face, playing with her hair and once in a while tickling her as it keeps her company. She laughs and pulls herself back, circling in the current.