
WRITTEN
BY
JESSICA SPILLA


BY
THE BABY WENT FOR A WALK.
WHAT WILL HE FIND?
HE IS THE ONE WHO WILL
“TALK”.


IN THE SQUARE, I CAN SEE MANY FLOWERS NEAR ME.
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL IS THAT WHITE ONE, HOW NICE IT SMELLS!
MOM SAYS IT'S CALLED JASMINE.



WHAT A WIND! I NEED TO BALANCE
MYSELF.
I SEE THE LEAVES SWAYING BACK AND FORTH.
IT EVEN SEEMS THAT THEY PLAY AND DANCE IN THE AIR LIKE A MOTH.








