I saw the grass green—grass as green as green grass can be. I saw the leaves orange—leaves as orange as any leaf has ever been. And I saw the sky white; but it was not the sky I saw, it was a cloud. A cloud so thick and white it seemed the very roof of heaven had been lowered. And all that remained was grass green. And leaves orange. And all that was left was green and orange and white.
Naomi Jackson began writing novels at the age of eleven, but only recently began her career as a freelance author and passionate storyteller. When she is not reading or writing, you can find Naomi tending to her houseplants, taking a long walk, or volunteering at her home church. She lives with her family in southern Florida.