On Monday, I found a wonderful ruby-red ladybug climbing onto a beautiful bluebell.

On Tuesday, I heard a calm stream with a stick swishing by the rock.

On Wednesday, I saw a beautiful shiny beetle crawling onto a stinging nettle.

On Thursday, I dream there is a breeze settling onto an emerald and amber mossy log.

On Friday, I saw a cloud gliding in the sky as white as a piece of paper.

On Saturday, I found a tall oak tree stretching up to the turquoise shimmering sky.

On Sunday, I touched the chilly water in the stream as cold as a block of ice.