I know it's only one piece of writing, and you don't know the child, but just out of interest, what level do you think you'd give this? I've typed it exactly as it's written: I see the flaming hot Sun in the gargantuas, blue sky as bright as 50 lamps. The glistning sky is filled with birds swooping up and down above the bright green tress, large but faithful. In the wind, leaves hover above me. The clouds blow past me. The gorgeus flowers gleam in the reflection of the sun like rubies. The grass is extremely tall, it's deep like a swimming pool. I see a barbicue with steam. I smell the air around me like scented candles. The flowers burst out, lovely, calming scents. Grassy scents creep throughout the field like mice. I can smell steak grilling on the barbicue. I can hear the beautiful tune of songbirds like an orchestra. The wind is blowing the tress, russtling the branches. The green grass is swishing round and round like a washing machine. I can touch the soggy grass as it slips through my fingers. I feel the wind blow in my face like a fan. I am holding a beautiful daisy with white petals. I feel the dry barbicue.