He could hear the buzzing from the bees, the rustling sound of the leaves and the whispering of the grass in the near-by fields.
Marty,who was gently patting the near-by plants with his warm, soft hands, was pushing through the long swaying grass.
Marty looked over the trees to his dream: the crystal clear sky, the swaying grass scattered all over his home, which was perfect for the beautiful coloured flowers.