Like Flowers in a Meadow

 It's the sound of birds chirping to an Orchestra,

 it likes to jump around, and skip in and out of the woods.

 She smells like flowers in the meadow, or Jelly in a jar. 

 It tastes like a wonderful Chocolate bar.

 When you get close to her you never want to go,

 because she's just like a warm wind,

 not to hot not to cold.

 She was born in the Spring where she got her warm felling.

 We like to go walking me and my color,

 through the MIST.

Guess my color!                                                                               (:green)