Frost and Sunrise

The purple sunrise blended with the pink and cast it's glare over the ground. Frost tried in vain to sit upon the crystal glass that made the field blinding.
She knew she wasn't supposed to play in the field. Her mama said it was because the crystal would cut her small feet, but she knew it was because she was afraid she would break delicate blades. It wasn't /her/ fault she fell over sometimes! She knew he papa needed the grass to sell for in town, but that's no reason to hide its beauty from his own child!
She ran her fingers through the grass and let out a short cry as she cut her fingers on one of the blades. She liked this part of the field where the flax had been planted, but she liked the crystal so much better when it had been spun into thread. She contemplated getting revenge on the mean plants by going into the cornfield. Her parents didn't mind her playing amoung the corn...the gold wasn't as valuable as the crystal could be, but it wasn't as pretty either. She liked it here at sunrise, with the sun bouncing off the blades. She continued through the field to the silver tree in the middle, looking nervously around. One thing she could say about the cornfield: at least you weren't so easily seen.
She sighed and sat on a stool she had hidden amoung the roots of the silver tree. What would it be like to be a crystal spinner. Her mama thought it was silly that she should want to do something so simple, something that anyone could do. Her parents wanted her to go to the city, where there were better ways to make a living than cutting crystal flax and eating silver pears for dinner. But that wasn't fair. She didn't know why they never came out here. If they could just see that sunrise off the flax in the morning, and the pears sparkling in the early morn, there could be no doubt as to the was she wanted to spend her life. No matter what they wanted, or what they said, she knew she would always want to be here, under the pink-and-purple sunrise, watching the crystal catch the light, and wondering what she could spin from its beauty.