The Unknown Woodland
On Monday,I found a gigantic, golden kestrel’s feather lying there on the fragile tiny shards of grass, carelessly just waiting to be blown with the cold gentle breeze.
On Tuesday,I walked over to a blue beaming flower that I caught a glimpse of while it was glistening harmlessly bright in the sunlight.
On Wednesday,I heard a stunning red robin singing solemnly with the light careful wind.
On Thursday,I touched the smooth calming fur of a magical mesmerising unicorn glowing in the spotlight.
On Friday,I tasted the fresh clean water of the flowing stream whilst sitting listening to the sparrows singing as beautifully as an orchestra of strings.
On Saturday,I visited a 12-foot beech tree oozing with sap and a golden brown tree-sprouted dropped and fell right beside me.
On Sunday,I dream of floppy pale snowflakes dropping from the fluffy clouds like melting ice cream falling in the woodlands turning it into a winter wonderland.
I love the bit about the kestrel feather.
I love the part where you say the golden brown tree oozing with sap great job keep it up😄!
I liked the “gigantic,golden kestrel’s feather lying there on the tiny fragile shards of grass” perhaps next time you could’ve said lying patiently as an example I also liked the “calming fur of a magical mesmerising unicorn glowing in the spotlight.I think you’re an amazing poet great job!