Antoinette Luu, Grade 7
The wind blows towards the field,
The sky was like a shield.
The flowers fly far away,
They turn and twist in a different way.
Seeds being scattered everywhere,
It starts to sprout anywhere.
So long now all flowers are tall,
Now the dandelions hair is like a claw.
Alone each one stands,
Every two are like a pair of hands.
The wind now comes and carries each one to explain,
A field filled with joy once again.