The light filters through the windows
It's bright outside as the wind blows
"Many things to do," I think to myself
I stretch until I can reach the top shelf
I pull down my bag and hat
I lean down to pet my cat
To the kitchen, I now go
To grab a snack and watch my show
I turn on the TV, click click
The time goes by, tick tick
I grab my stuff, go out the door
The grass becomes my brand new floor
I walk and walk deep in the woods
My bag is packed with all my goods
I have a mission to complete
And by the end, I'll have sore feet
The colors surround me with lots of power
Beautiful day, no mood left sour
My toes brush through every flower
I stand in front the unlit tower
YOU ARE READING
Shingles
AdventurePiece by piece a story forms Read the lines and weather the storms Will she fall and will she fail Climb away from the edge of hell
