She glares back at the roses pink sunset creeping over the dewy flower meadow. The beauty of it all. It contains nature’s secrets. Her keen eyes wonder around the feild to one flower. The grace it’s held, through every part of the flower, made with such perfection. At the sun slowly starts to rise, nature’s beauty fades little, by little, for the natural grace is only shown at its best around Dawn. As her eyes circle the field one more time, she see’s a flower with such, disgrace. The veins have died, the leaves all shriveled around the flower. As creatures creep through the nearby forest, you hear the sound of twigs snapping, leaves crunching, and bushes moving, the wind slowly starts to pick up. To sudden peace, as if, time stopped. She slowly opens her eyes to see her body of glass shattered, such beauty she witnessed, gone. The one shriveled flower was the last she’s thought before the hateful words shattered her. She immediately woke up in reality. Facing a man, in a cactus green jumper with light brown leather boots. He wasn’t quite yelling at the girl. He claimed he was amplifying his voice, but the words he demanded at that girl, shattered her. Life is fragile. It’s easy to break.