The Sunny Hill
You climb to the top of the tall hill. The sun kisses your cheeks. It feels like a warm hug from far away.
A bright feather floats down. It glows like gold!
You catch it gently. It tickles your hand.
You climb to the top of the tall hill. The sun kisses your cheeks. It feels like a warm hug from far away.
A bright feather floats down. It glows like gold!
You catch it gently. It tickles your hand.