Emma sat on the green ,steep hill and watched the dazerling fiery sun disappear behind the horizonshe. She thought there was no better place in the world. And she was right. Daisylix Hill was heaven.
Daisylix hill had trees. These trees were so wonderful and alive, even the twisted branches played a part in the jungle dance. The blossoms sang all year long. Even in the cruel grip of winter. But it was not the trees that Emma was dazzled by, and not the flowers that took the breath away. not even the tall grasses that swayed ever so slightly in the summer the summer breeze.
It was the birds. The birds that lulled everybody's sleep. The birds that
However there was one special bird. One beyond all other respect.
The bird of freedom. The mockingjay.
(From Google images)