No help for uploads today. Ugh.
Spring Morning
It was cold once. The air, frigged and dry, without a single sign of life. The wind would rush through, taking with it anything that was not frozen to the ground. The snapping and crunching of those less fortunate that hung above me. The darkness was my only comfort, but cold was not to last. The dry, frozen weight that surrounded me for so long had lifted. Everything was wet now, but the darkness remained. I felt that it would not last. My friend would soon be chased away by my new friend. I am eager. I reach for the sky, as high as I can. I turn to face my new friend in hopes that they will be kind. The darkness shrinks back to make room, taking with it the last of the cold. The sun. I learn its name. It comes to bring me to a brighter place full of color. I can see my family, we try to imitate our new friend, the sun. We call ourselves, Sunflowers.
Starts working late.....
Arabesque/Islamic Style 
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