I found all these on my way back from sketching in the local park.
It seemed like the two poppy petals, branches, and a bird feather were laid out on the ground
as a special gift waiting for me.
I was collecting them when an office worker walked past speaking on his mobile
in a manner of reciting a poetry: “I'm not going fishing by the land of..” and his voice trailed off.
I arranged my treasures of today on my desk in an order which was so obvious to everyone
and still hiding a secret.
Can you guess which one?