I stumbled across this during my spring cleaning. We had to write a response to a piece of poetry. I choose Wordsworth’s, I wandered as lonely as a cloud…
The garden sighed as the breeze blew
through it. The garden looked like a rainbow,
glittering and jeweled, bowing down to the earth.
A giant’s gentle hand-sweep caused a gentle
stirring as the flowers awoke from their sleep.
They bowed to their partners as they began
dancing. The breeze now playfully jabbed a
finger at them causing a roar of laughter.
Now as the music slowed, they bowed to their partners