Wishing-Words

Once upon a time, I loved.

                 The Clock “Mommy! Daddy!” cried a little boy, his eyes flashing with curiosity at something to the left of himself. “Yes, sweetheart.” His mother had come into the room at a high-speed thinking that something had happened, but when she noticed that he was unscathed and had no tears or fear in his eyes, she settled her ruffled feathers and casually walked over to her son and bent down to be eye level with him. Her son would not speak about whatever it was that he had cried for until his daddy came in and then he would ask both of them. After several minutes passed with her trying to get whatever it was

Forget me nots of many hues of blue; lay scattered and divided in the green, green grasses, and clover leaves that cover the dark brown earth. The warm breeze wisped over all the plains, moving the large yellowing wheat, or foxtail grass that spread over the endless plains, the Forget me nots, nestled within the warmth of the sun, as it would probably seem to blue flowers. As the sun rose high in the sky, two children came running into the long plains that seemed to go endlessly on. One had black hair and grey eyes, a girl; in a yellow-green dress that was more beautiful then that of the sun and green grass, with the whispering winds rushing