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.
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