I walked through the forest and found a flint lying on the floor discarded andalone. 

I found my grey twin in the lake staring back at me with blank eyes.  

The ducks quack to me as I walk round the pond.

I found a crisp packet loitering in a tree, too scared to walk out of it. 

A pigeon flies past me like a bullet. 

I found a field of rainbow and lay in them and then I got some to take home. 

Picking up the flint I felt the sharp edge and realised how useful it could be. 

I took it and smelt its sweet fragrance and looked at its vibrant colours. 

I found the clouds in the pond.