Sunday, 27 May 2012

Woodland Walk

A walk through the forest, those tall dark trees
Stretching up to heaven it seams
A clearing winds its way through  trunks
Where will it lead us, the excitement grows

Wait, don’t rush, there is much to be seen
It may be dark, but there’s life in the midst
Tarry, smell around you, look and feel
Fallen leaves move, a rustle, a sound

A squirrel, a mouse, a bird or some creature
Is intrigued by the arrival of  humans
Invading his space and making a fuss
Be quiet this is our home and we like it thus!


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