The over grown bushes on the path were bursting with leaves. Lucy felt free and alive as she waltzed forward on the mossy green path with the wind blowing her hair back in waves of ginger. Birds sang and danced as they flew, this is a truly magical world thought Lucy. She danced forward tripping on a step, but no cut at all was found on her. The slanted steps led to an opening with a well. The well had an old brown iron frame work that spun and twisted in loops, in shapes like birds, it was almost as if the birds came alive. Lucy danced and danced with them feeling as free as a swift.
