On my way home

On the way home I met a boy called Owl. 

He had bright, wide eyes 

His head swivelled like a lighthouse beam shining in the darkness.

He whispered his wise words that echoed around the forest.


I met a woman called Cloud.

She floated by like a graceful swan.

Her soft gentle voice rippled along the waves and drifted into the distance.

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