On Monday, I found a mushroom growing in front a grand oak tree tall enough to reach the sky.

On Tuesday, I went in a stream with beautiful gleaming pebbles like gold coins.

On Wednesday, I found a mysterious iridescent feather lying on the forest floor waiting to be found.

On Thursday, I talked to the tress and they whispered back an ancient code to my path.

On Saturday, I played hide and seek in the dense woodland with my friends as the forest creatures slipped away.

On Friday, I felt the padded moss underneath my palm as soft as a fox’s fur.

On Sunday, I dreamed of the swaying trees the rushing river and the swift wind.