Sitting in the middle of the field of pretty, smelly, and very delicate white little things that covered the earth. Bumblebees and honey bees flying on them to pollinate them. Dragon flys hovering higher in the air of different colors, as the small breeze gently blew by them. My hair flew along with the breeze as I made a crown out of these beautiful little white things. Sticking the delicate crown up to my nose and taking a smell of it, It smells like honey and heaven, if heaven where to have a smell. The sun playing games behind the clouds making the rays hit them in different ways showing off the different white shades of beauty. If only these things would last all year round, how lovely would that be?