There she sat, a white spot light shimmering upon her light golden, white blonde hair; upon the wooden framed windowsill; gazing out the window. As she looks her light blue eyes ar glazed over with water. Mesmerized by the beauty of the night sky, how though faded by swirling white treesand a blossoming bush, the midnight blue background made the shimmering stars twinkle a more wondrous image. But the moonwhith not a man out line on it but a wolf, was her favorite, and it always made everything in her life better . And as she sat, she let the sorrow that filled inside her, like a raging ocean, come out. She sent all of her longing and lonesome heart out through a sad song that told of her nights alone, wating, for this dredded summer to end. And most importantly, she sent it to her friends she missed ; and though she knew they couldn't hear she didn't care.