AMELIA RIVERA'S POINT OF VIEW

I looked upon the sky,  as the cold wind passes by my bare skin. The sky was blue as the ocean,  the sun glows as bright as the moon. The rainbow is as colorful as before. While the birds were flying freely in the sky. The bird's chipping was so relaxing on the ears. And the way the branches of the trees sway makes the surroundings look peaceful.

I sat down on the chair beside me and took a sip of my juice.

On the table,  beside me,  the ...