The silent flower
Slowly the silent flower, sat down on the ground waiting for her drink of the day.
As silent as it can be, the silent flower hid behind a misty brown tree as high as a elephant.
Stretching her petals, she was all ready for the day.
The shin of her pollen was the brightest shad of pink.
In her alone time she whispered to herself, making sure nobody herd.
Her stem was like was strong peace of ice.
The happy tree
Happily, the tree stood up and woke up his strong roots.
The soft soil, felt like a cosy pillow filled with fluff.
His happy truck smiled as bright as the sun.