On the way home I met a girl called Lotus.

Her hair was a silky,smooth,lavender-purple and her eyes were as dark and violet as a gloomy-galaxy.She sang a beautiful but,dashling melody that attracted ravens and that made her as pale as ever.

On the way home I met a girl called Rose.

Her cheeks were a bright,rosey pink and her lips were as pink as a Cherry Blossom’ s petal.Her short,polka–dotted skirt blew into different colours behind the sunset and her freckles smiled as she cheerfully grinned.Her hot-pink hair divided into several strings as the wind flew through them.

On the way home I met a girl called Nature.

Her emerald-green eyes were as bright as a weeping-willow and she wore a blossoming flower crown that shined even more as the spring wind filled the air and the forest sunlight rained down on the plants.

On the way home I met a boy called Thunder.

He had blazing,tyrian hair and his pupils swam in a dark sea.The sky transformed into a purple landscape as he walked down the wooden path.