Literature
Loving an old oak tree
She twirled about the meadow, wearing a blue dress to match the sky. Running with her, was a boy in new suede shoes, who laughed as he tried to catch her.
"Come on! Wait up," Cole shouted, running through the crowds of daisies and to a huge oak tree.
"I told ya! I'm faster than any of you boys!" Claire laughed, as she was sitting at the base of the tree, with a few flowers in her pudgy hands.
"Yeah, yeah. I let you win." Cole said coolly, rubbing his neck, "You just remember that."
Claire giggled, "Sure. Here, sit next to me." She said, in a chirpy tone, patting the ground beside her.
Cole glanced at her ocean eyes, maple lips, her terra