Picnic on a Hill

 

There once was a flower that grew on a hill. It was small, with bright yellow petals.

Every day, the flower waved in the morning breeze, ssying hello to a new day. And when it would rain, the raindrops would sparkle off the petals once the sun came out from behind the clouds.

One day, a family climbed the hill for a picnic. The children ran about and played, their laughter carried by the breeze. The parnets sat on a blanket and smiled as the watched the children.

One child saw the yellow flower, and plucked it from the ground.

Running back to the blanket, the child offered the flower to his mother, who took it and smiled at the pleasant scent.

When the picnic was done and all was packed away, the family and the flower left the hill, and the breeze blew through their hair in farewell.