Paradise

• Hayley Morris, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2015

A ruby red sunset over the braids of the river. All you smell is fresh clean air. Anyone would fall asleep here, with the warm rays of the sun streaming onto their smiling face. And if you listen closely, you can hear the bright blue waterfall falling down onto the crisp clear lake. You feel freedom. There is no fear, just curiosity. Butterflies fill the sky. Butterflies of all the colours of the rainbow. All the shades of magic. Back on the mountain, there are paddocks of majestic horses galloping around. And cows grazing in the long green grass. Then a starry night sky and the hoot of the wise owl. If you stand on the tip of the mountains, you can feel the cool breeze. What an amazing sight. And there’s only one word for it. Paradise.