Queen of Spring [Day 168]

THE ICICLES OF the forest chimed. A soft sweet vibration hummed as iridescent neheva thwacked the icy trunks with their long, snake-like tails. They whirled from tree to tree, dainty glittering wings whizzing around their tiny muzzles. Spring coming, spring coming, they sang to one another. It was time to wake up the sleeping flower queen.

Written: 6 March 2016

Words: 56 wds

Inspired: trying to tell a story



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