Moonbeau

Rise and shine. Rise and remain dull. A sigh hurries out her mouth upon the glimpse of the of the golden gleam, peeking just shy behind the curtains. The sound is gentle but with no intentions of hiding. The sigh wants to engage in a conversation but no one is there to return a reply. There is no one but her alone. A Black Wuff sleeps by her feet. “Ah, right. Spring is here.” She can simply tell; winter sunlight is different from spring sunlight. It’s a routine for the ball of lustrous light in the sky to greet salutations to every inhabitant below but the calendar predicts the day for the vegetation to rise from its long slumber. The greens start to shine like a coat of freshly-bathed fur and the flower buds do not hold back to adorn their bold colours. There is no need for rainstorms to paint rainbows on the blue canvas above when the sun can start designing rainbows on the world below. Every time Spring arrives, Mellachloe wishes she can shine brightly like the gorgeous sun and