When she danced

In the light of the midnight, sun a girl lay on the grassy meadow. A light breeze brushed her face, her black eyelashes swayed ever so gently, and the blue ribbon from her hair was now dancing with the wind. She arose from her grassy bed and, with her bare feet, danced across the meadow. Fire flies spiraled and spun around her. They shined and beamed like the stars above her head. She was friends with the beetles, lady bugs, and birds. She danced to the sweet, sweet sounds of the creek and kissed the earth below her feet. Her pale blue dress swayed like the spita on the highest mound. She was home, the forest was her friend, and she was never alone.

--Samantha S., 7th-8th Grade