Amethyst Dream By Haylee Woessner, grade 7, Missouri.
I stare in wonder as the honey bees fly from flower to flower collecting and spreading pollen. I scan the field and watch the bees fly around, as the purple lavender sways in the wind knocking some bees off course. But this is OK. This happens. This is normal. Life isn’t perfect after all. After a long days’s work the bees retreat home and I begin to drift back to consciousness but I’ll be back. One day I’ll visit the swaying lavender and hear the buzz of the honey bees. And I’ll feel the cool breeze as I just sit and watch. One day I will be back to visit this amethyst dream.