posted on Apr, 8 2016 @ 11:18 AM
OK, this is not exactly complete....I am just playing to see where this can go.....
Every morning her day was the same. She would wake to the call of the birds from the branches. She would make a small breakfast of berries and would
then begin her travels again. Never with a thought of where her travels would end. Just that she needed to go.
Every day her walks were the same. She would walk through the towering trees and greet the little creatures she met along the way. Never with a
thought as to who they were. Just that they were other beings along the way.
And every evening her days ended the same. She would find a soft safe spot away from the elements and would bed down for the night. Never with a
thought to comfort. Just that she needed to rest and prepare for her next journey.
edit on 4/8/2016 by Martin75 because: The Shed Rocks!!