Fresh morning; light breeze in the air; open prairie.
Extensive beautiful sunflower fields; yellow, his favorite color.
The sun shining mildly on his skin, young Indian boy.
She was there among the sunflowers; she was playing with the yellow petals of the big flower; pretty Indian girl.
He watched her from the distance, appreciating the young girl's beauty.
He decided to go; he so much wished to meet her.
There he went, his light steps in moccasins rustling through the field.
He caught her attention - she quit playing with the flower and stared at him.
Close to each other, he gave her a smile; she was shy.
Then he gave her a little white flower he picked up in the field.
She smiled at him, and that was the beginning of their friendship.
Every day after the sunrise there they used to see each other.
Young years; old times; beautiful memories.
Every day after the sunrise there they used to see each other.
Young years; old times; beautiful memories.
Short story by C. Crow - all rights reserved.
