Autumn's Flowers

It was finally time. The season one pony has awaited more than anything. More than the Summer Sun Celebration, or a coronation,  or even one of Pinkie Pie's parties. It was autumn. Or Fall, most ponies call it. But out of most ponies, one pony in particular appreciated it more than most ponies. Fluttershy. She adored the season, the chilly weather, the colors,  just the wonderfulness of such a time made her heart flutter like the butterflies forever printed on her flank. She loved to fly through the wind, feeling the soft, cool breeze flow through her mane, caressing her body like an invisible hand, guiding her through the baby blue sky. The soft ringing in her ears lets her spirits come free and fly with her so they could witness the sights she saw, making her bright, warm eyes sparkle like a million stars. Her soft smile showed her emotions of true happiness, and peace. It was the Season of Spirits, the spirits of young leaves flowing through the wind, as the eldest try to hang with the little strength it has, before the wind pushes them to the floor, along with the once living, working leaves that's spirit roams the forest.

But it was not such sights and beauty that filled Fluttershy's weak, shy heart. It was the love that filled her heart.The love that lasted since she was a filly.