The gentle sound of the singing breeze danced around her, playing with her shiny brown hair. She sat down, closed her eyes, and breathed in, as if it was her last breath. She laid her ocean blue eyes on a flutter of colour. Too small for the eyes of the foolish, but not small enough to get unnoticed by those with big hearts.

Her gaze follows the ball of colour, which rests upon a blooming red rose. Even though it cannot see its own beauty, she notices how beautiful it really is. The different colours and patterns stood out like fireflies in the middle of the night. The grace of this insignificant creature is exquisite beyond measure.

Time stands still, she is no longer bothered by the playful wind, she doesn’t notice the setting sun. Her mind begins to wander, her eyes close, and tears run down her cheeks.

Her last day of happiness, has ended.