Hosanna had just finished taking a nap in the middle of a luscious meadow. Her ears sang in the delight of the wonderful music the birds made. In her mind the birds where singing for her. She yawned slightly, growing tired of sitting in one spot and so began to get up. She looked around with a slight decisive eye. Trying to figure out what to do now. The day was warm and sunny. The grass flickered in the slight breeze as the dew droplets shone. Around her the trees made slight movements and sounds in the breeze. Almost like they where whispering about the going ons of the centuries. Hosanna flicked her hair and waited. Though she waited it was for nothing in particular. Almost like the very world was suppose to give to her gifts of untold beauty. Treasures that sparkled in the light, and comforted in the dark. Things that where material and worth more than any man could give. She sat there. Waiting, waiting... waiting.
