Brandons pathway.

On Monday, I found a porcupine,

resting in the corner of a hole,

protecting its food from the bitter, freezing thin air that gave it a cold

tingling feeling that shivered its spine.

On Tuesday, I walked through an alleyway,

finding an unexpected rock,

that glimmered in the dark like a shining star. 

On Wednesday, I saw a river,

with a smooth frog that sat on a lilypad floating beside,

a flowing, peaceful lake that calmed the world. 

On Thursday, I touched a tree,

its leaves were a graceful ballerina,

that swayed in the wind while the sunset glistened. 

On Friday,I smelt a sprouting daffodil

That smelt like soft,faint buttercups

That had bloomed soothingly.

On Saturday,I heard the restful tweets of birds that brightened the world full of noiseless,blissful sound, and secured

The mornings rise. 

On Sunday,I dreamed about the endless pathway

Through the quiet town of brandon that could

Silence the world.