A, A went walking down the avenue, Sun shining bright, sky a perfect shade of blue. Trees swaying gently in the summer breeze, Smile on her face, heart feeling at ease. Lost in thought of dreams yet to come true, Whistling a tune from the radio, too. She had a glow, a light in her eyes, Ready for adventures, ready for the skies. A, A carried a journal everywhere she went, Filled with stories, memories, and moments well spent. Each page a canvas, each word a brush stroke, Capturing life's...