A nice summer day. Let the wind caress your face. Take in the sights and enjoy life. That is just what he does. Enjoy this story!
Wind by Rain Leggett
He laid nestled against a tree. It was such a warm day. The soft gentle wind kept a coolness about. He looked at the clouds as they floated by with a song coming from his lips. He swayed as he sang in a cheery nature. The rhythm played in his head as he tapped his feet.
“I love this tune!” He said with a smile.
He hopped up to stretch his legs. As he did so the sun peaked around.
He strolled with the welcomed warmth. The wind caressed him as he walked.
Just as he came to a stop a bird flew by with a flower in its mouth.
“Oh?” He looked up at it. “That very interesting. I’ll follow it!”
He ran gleefully after it, jumping over rocks from time to time. The bird flew so low. He could see that it was holding a sunflower. He beamed as he followed with a laugh. The bird didn’t seem to be bothered. It made no effort to speed up or fly any higher.
“It’s such a lovely bird. It looks like a blue jay.”
He ran such a long way his legs pumping the ground.
“Such a long run won’t stop me now!” He yelled. “Hah!”
The bird started to lower to a nearby stump. To where it would eventually stop.
“So, it lands here?” He said as he stopped nearby.
He carefully walked up to see the bird.
“How curious…” He said as he watched the bird. “I thought he wanted to eat it.”
The bird sat on the stomp looking at the flower. It cooed at it in a beautiful way. He watched the bird look with such an innocent expression.
“You really love flowers. Don’t you little guy?”
The bird snapped up with caution.”
It flew off as he yelled leaving the flower behind.
“I scared it!” A look of disappointment washed over him as he said this.
He reached to pick up the flower. Looking it over himself. He carefully turned it in his hands. It looked like it had just bloomed.
“It is a lovely flower. Too bad he didn’t get to keep it.”
He strolled holding the flower. Thinking to himself again. As he did so a tune entered his head. All at once, he began to sing. He blared his song loudly. His voice ringing across the field. He stepped in a peppy manner until it became a march. His song brought power to his step. He held the flower high as he did so.
He covered a distance before he saw it. A beautiful sunflower field.
“Ohh!” He said.
It stretched for miles.
He went into the field. Looking about in awe. He strolled with a merry expression. Before long he stopped.
“Ahh! he’s here!”
The bird sat in the field. Look at flower after flower. It was nestled on a branch of a tall tree.
“Hey!” He said as he waved the flower. “Come down, you forgot this!”
The bird looked at him curiously as he waved the sunflower high above his head. He watched as it looked at him before getting closer.
“You really won’t come down.” He said disappointed. “At least let me return this.”
He laid the sunflower against the tree and began to walk off. Just as he did so the bird chirped loudly. He turned to see it had flown down to pick it up.
“Ah hah! So, you did come down.”
The bird flew to him and perched on his outstretched arm.
“Now then” He laughed. “Let’s look at this field together.”