Ambrose was sitting in a wondrous open field. The branches of the trees and flowers swayed in the gentle breeze. Bees and butterflies went from flower to flower, looking for nectar. Hummingbirds hummed, whizzing around the field. There was a hill nearby. The grass was a vibrant green. She stood up, and ran around the field, the wind blowing through her blond locks of hair. She sighed. Nature was her favorite thing.

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Ambrose opened her eyes to the “beep! Beep! Beep!” Of her alarm clock. It had all been a dream. She could almost smell the morning dew from her dream. Out the window, there was smoke rising high, instead of the clear skies that she had so often dreamed about. The factory next door wasn’t kind to nature. Her sisters Azalea and Willow groaned. Ambrose knew that pollution was a problem, but she also knew that there were people who wanted to fix it. Ambrose closed her eyes and imagined the field from her dream. She felt calm, and somehow knew that it would be okay.