ON MONDAY, I SAW A LITTLE BLUE FORGET- ME-NOT SMILING LIKE A CHILD ON A HOT SUMMERS DAY, PERCHING ON THE BRIM OF AN ANCIENT WALL, LYING IN THE BLAZING SUN.

ON TUESDAY, I HEARD A SWEET BUT QUIET PECKING OF A YOUNG AND NAIVE WOOD PECKER DRUMMING AWAY AT AN OLD OAK TREE WHICH STOOD TALL LIKE THE KING OF THE WOODS.

ON WEDNESDAY, I TOUCHED A SOFT CURLED – UP DANDELION WAITING PATIENTLY ON THE DEWEY, GREEN GRASS PREPARING TO BLOOM FOR THE SUMMER.

ON THURSDAY, I SMELT THE STRONG PERFUME AS SWEET AS A HONEYCOMB OF A LARGE FIELD OF BLUEBELLS SWAYING IN THE GENTLE BREEZE.

ON FRIDAY, I TASTED THE MOST DELICIOUS BLACKBERRY YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE – SWEET BUT SOUR I COULD EAT THEM ALL DAY.

ON SATURDAY, I DREAMT OF BUZZARDS GLIDING HIGH OVER MY HEAD, SWALLOWS DIPPING AND DIVING IN THE AIR AND SMALL, CUTE ROBINS PERCHING ON THE END OF AN OLD BATTERED FENCE.

ON SUNDAY, I WALKED THROUGH THE WOODS AND SAW A GREAT BIG BEECH TREE-ITS ROOTS ASCENDED FROM THE GROUND.