One spring afternoon, I was walking around the playground. There was a faint breeze and I heard it whispering my name. Then it stopped. I felt it fly past my legs as if it was a rocket. Then I smelt the strong smell of freshly mowed grass swirling round my nose and I could see the breeze blow someone’s hat right off their head.
Blue - simple. Green - compound.
Blue - simple. Green - compound.
