VEILED NATURE

ON MONDAY, I SAW A BUZZARD GLIDING, AS GRACEFULLY AS A BALLERINA DANCING AROUND THE STAGE.

ON TUESDAY, I FOUND THE FINEST SNOW-WHITE MUSHROOMS PERCHING ON AN ANCIENT OAK TREE BRANCH.

ON WEDNESDAY, I WANDERED TO THE PREHISTORIC OVERGROWN RIVER WALK-WAY USED AS MUCH AS A PENCIL ON A BLANK PIECE OF PAPER.

ON THURSDAY, I DREAMED OF A MAJESTIC DEER GALLOPING AROUND THE AUTUMN LEAVES PRANCING TO AN ELEGANTLY DEAFENING SONG.

ON FRIDAY, I SAW THE HOLLY TREE GROAN AND TUMBLE ONTO THE SLEEPING MUD.

ON SATURDAY, I HOPED TO SEE AN OVER-EXCITED RAINBOW WHICH DEFINITELY ATE TOO MUCH SUGAR.

ON SUNDAY, I CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF LICHEN RUNNING RELAY RACES UP A STEEP BEECH TREE.