It doesn’t have to be a nose-tingling,golden crusted Philps pasty
Or an indescribable love-story at the minack that breaks the heart
Or the sky-blue sea where the waves crashing in and out for eternity.
It could be a pasty-thief,the ice cream-swoopers
Or a ghost-white fog covering the moors like a blanket
Or a jam-packed jubilee pool on an arid-like day.
Just be observant
Pick up that slimy seaweed
Shine it to the light………
You may just see something beautiful.
It doesn’t have to be
the ancient granite stone of a ruined tin mine
or the sweet smell of Jelbert’s ice-cream melting in your mouth on a hot summer day
or the gigantic SPLASH! of you jumping of the towering sennen harbour wall.
It could be the
soft soothing lullaby of the fast-flowing river at trevaylor woods
or the deafening silence of a crisp early morning
or the beautiful blood orange sunset hiding below the whale-highway at sandy acres.
Just appreciate
the unusual-looking.
clouds transferring the warm light to the emerald green grass like a lightning conductor.
It doesn’t have to be
The delight of a plain New York cheesecake crumbling like cookies,
Or The sticky yellow nectar inside a beaming tiger lily,
Or The glorious taste of cunning Cornish pastry with steak and vegetables hidden inside.
It could be
The silence of racked and ruined WW2 bunkers in St. Just,
Or the raging rain dancing down,
Or deserted drift wood that’s just waiting to be carved into a special sculpture.
Just notice
The tiny specks of sea glass buried in the soft sand.
Pick them up and sieve them through your fingers,
Cherish them for the treasures they are.
On Monday,l notice a crow as black as a shadow as it darts over the dancing trees and glides across the fields.
On Tuesday, I felt the wheezing of an old oak tree, rooted to the ancient mud like it has been chained to the ground.
On Wednesday, I heard a hungry woodpecker hunting for fresh bugs that hide under the bark of the wishing tree.
On Thursday, I heard the rumbling of a black and yellow bumblebee buzzing past-jumping flower to flower.
On a busy Friday, I imagine a friendly pixie hopping through a wooden climbing-chamber, playing with his fairy friend.
On Saturday, walked to running water that smashed spectacularly against the shiny slippery rocks
On Sunday, I saw a holy tree dancing with the wind.
On Monday,I find an owl’s feather- lifelessly lying on the muddy, dirty floor like a corpse in a grave.
On Tuesday, I climbed a gigantic oak tree trunk while rust-coloured field mice scuttle around underneath and all the leaves floated down like a backwards levitation .
On Wednesday, I spotted a tail of a rosey-red fox like a sunset passing.
On Thursday, I touched the scaly scales of a fish gliding through the water while the trees collided over like planes slowing crashing in to each other.
On Friday, I tasted the raindrop droplets slowly falling on my tongue just as the sun bloomed to make a rainbow that’s sparkled silently on the stream.
On Saturday I leaped from stone to stone like a frog fearlessly bouncing to each lily pad -once or twice I almost fell in but still I went on.
On Sunday I dreamed of me in the same woods where the trees danced, while the wind embraced and the stream stumbles over the smooth-hard rocks.
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.
On Monday,I found a terrible, teasel bush wanting to prickle and spike everything in sight.
On Tuesday,I walked to Trevaylor woods and played in the water-road that runs all the way through wildlife village that called me to have some fun.
On Wednesday,I woke up on a crisp springs day and saw oaks, beeches and many more trees dancing like the calm wind was their music .
On Thursday,I dreamt of a sparrow the size of a pea whizzing around in the strangely lost garden looking for twigs to fly towards the egg-full nest.
On a frost-bitten Friday,I caught the thought of a drooping daisy with a broken heart on the sad rainy day sitting patiently for the sun to return.
On Saturday,I heard the silent whispers of the wind telling my wildest most wonderful wishes will come true.
On a summer-like Sunday,I wondered of magical-morning fairies as they sprinkle their dust everywhere to start the day with light; pure, sun-rays themselves.
On Monday, I find a crimson feather carelessly left behind by a colourful woodpecker.
On Tuesday, I walked to an abandoned ruin where a black devilish crow perched on an oak tree is waiting for pray like a tiger
On Wednesday, I heard the running rush and splashing of colourless liquid dance gracefully like a pod of dolphins.
On Thursday, I tasted the loveliest lemon yellow gorse flower with the flavour of coconuts from the Bahamas.
On Friday, I see the beautiful,sly, burning- fire, furred fox snooping around as if looking for a lost treasure of ancient times.
On Saturday, I touched the squishy substance of the beige puff mushroom that felt like the softest cushion from a hotel of luxury.
On Saturday, I touched the squishy substance of the beige puff mushroom that felt like the softest cushion from a hotel of luxury.
On Sunday, I dream of the smallest elf tribe going on the their morning run as if they have been hibernating forever.
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.
ON MONDAY, I FOUND A GOSSAMER SPIDER’S WEB DANGLING IN THE TREE TOP LIKE A MONKEY – SHINING IN THE HOT SUMMER’S SUN AS IT SIZZLES LIKE A SAUSAGE.
ON TUESDAY, I WALKED TO A ANCIENT BRIDGE FROM 1,000 YEARS AGO, THE WATER-LANE UNDERNEATH GLISTENED LIKE DIAMONDS.
ON WEDNESDAY, I TOUCHED THE LEATHER-LIKE FUR OF
A NUT STEALER. OH HIS CHEEKY GRIN WAS LIKE
HEAVEN WRAPPED UP.
ON THURSDAY, I TASTED THE BITTER, SWEETNESS OF
THE MOST PECULIAR PUFF-BALL MUSHROOM.
ON FRIDAY, I SAW A SEA OF BLUEBELLS. IT’S
GLAMOUR AND WONDER I COULD DIVE INTO.
ON SATURDAY I HEARD AN OWL HOOT LIKE A PACK
OF WILD DOGS WAILING.
ON SUNDAY, I SAW A FOX WITH FLAMES FOR FUR,
SO SILKY SMOOTH LIKE SNOW FLAKES.
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