Eye-catching soquili she was, with those colors of hers. You could spot her easily through any woods. Her little heart pumped faster and faster as she ran past trunks and leaves. Summer was a beautiful season, made her feel fit in. She could hide behind a leafy bush or try to blend in with the leaves. Amatsila was too shy for anything. Hide and seek was her game. Slowing to a trot, Sila made her way to a shade nearby a bush. "Peace at last," her sweet voice flowed with the wind. Amatsila was born to sing and make poet. Looking from side to side, she made sure no one was around. "What shall I do on this beautiful day, should I sit by the river and watch the trees sway? Oh how lovely the flowers smell, it just makes my day so swell." Stopping in her tracks to sniff a lovely pink flower.