A Florida Woodland Reverie

Forest floor matted with the detritus of time; Underworld denizens in their castles sublime. Tight aerial ropes, loosely dangling from above, A veritable paradise; proof of His Love. Brilliant gems of the summer bedazzling our eyes; Summer's regalia, like the alligator's sigh, Verdant ferns lining, ev'ry shaded nook and path, Drenching rains of the Season - a midsummer's bath. Canopies of the summer's sweet, succulent grapes, Black ribbons slithering in the warmth of a brake. Burrows of the Gopher each protected by man; Titillating wild blueberries in the hot sands. Grand ole' sentinels towering o'er all below, Proper and distinctive in their very best clothes. Their paper facades their very essence of being; Loyal cones in their summits, all overseeing. Little masked creatures, eyes spying out from the bush, Betrayed by their brashness, becoming a blush. Any tidbits released, they're right there on the spot; Cute as a pup, these miniature bandits are not. Serenity surpassing all else you may search, A Red-Crested Woodpecker smiles down from his perch. Lost in the riddle of a woodland reverie, An unforeseen moment of treasured memories.