Woodland Magic

A woodland walk through the pine trees, guided by windy breeze. Lungs filled with a fresh pine needle scent. As I walk among the trees I feel free from any torment. A giant Oak tree standing alone, watcher of the forest listening out for threats moans and groans. A carpet of White is in sight what pure delight, yet not a snow flake in sight. Snowdrops so beautiful upon the woodland floor, we don't need to ask for anything more. With Mother nature being so generous with her displays, a touch of colour is all it takes. Like falling autumn leaves red orange and yellow, what an exquisite falling medley.