I was lost. I didn’t know where I was.

I was standing on a huge rusty  bridge. I wandered to the edge of it because I wondered what was underneath it.

I saw it. I froze because of the smell. “What’s this sweet smell?” I whispered to myself.

There were many pink daffodils dancing with wind joyfully. The ground was filled with a pink world.

Unusually, the wind blew up to the sky. The wind hit my face.

The bridge was filled with daffodils’ petals.

I picked petals up and sprinkled and blew them everywhere with a lot of happiness.