Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction; any references to a person, place, or thing is purely coincidental.
Shimmering in the brilliant sunlight,
Folds blown throughout the wind,
Dragging each fabric every few feet,
She clutched onto her dress.
Wit her bare feet touching the freshly cut grass,
Each step felt magical in the gown.
Each foot stepping forward
Feels like a step towards a new beginning.
Without looking back,
Leaving the past behind,
Moving forward is the only future.
The future that holds a new chapter in one's life.
Whether it may be marriage,
Or adulthood,
The transition begins nevertheless.