Every morning I visited the meadow where the pleasant summer flowers grew daisies with their sunshine faces poppies with paper petals in a meadow full of paper dolls dancing in the middle!
One day I saw a few petals fall and I began to grieve, for soon these paper dolls would fall asleep And then I heard a promise given – “Do not fear, for we have saved a pocket full of seed and we will come back to dance once more next year”
And the promise came true they had returned once again dancing in the breeze!
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