Pretty little Flowers

          The sun shone down on a field, covered in wonderful flowers of all colors. The trees surrounding the field were a vibrant green color that seemed to shine against the morning sun.

In the distance, a horse running can be heard. It ran across the soft grass, pressing it to the ground with every step it took. It ran alongside the riverbank, which was full of life. Fish could be seen swimming through the clear waters, bright blue birds filled the surrounding skies.

The horse ran and ran until it reached its destination. A beautiful stone structure that had been worn down over the years. Moss covered a majority of the structure, and many cracks could be seen, but the horse didn’t care. There was something about this magnificent structure that held something of value to the horse.

It circled around twice, truly taking in the beauty of it all. After she was done, she went back to the structure’s side, and laid down. 

The horse started to glow, radiating a bright light, covering the surroundings in a blanket of gold. As the light dimmed, a figure of a woman took the place of the horse next to the stone structure. She places her hand ever so gently onto the stone structure, cleaning off some of the moss. 

      Samuel Aspen ( 1305-1326 )

     The grass at her feet had started to grow rapidly, some withering away. Flowers started to crumble into the ground. But she did not care, for she sat at the gravestone and wept. Her child was gone.