My Woodland of Togetherness

I love this woodland of togetherness, where the branches reach out, entwine pull and lull me in. Where the sunlight bisects the canopy, falling in shards of love, kissing each leaf in its effortless fall. The absorbent floor soaks of moss, lichen and fern in a peace far from the chainsaw of reality. Indications of life surround in a cloak of serenity, the bark of deer, the scampering of cottontails, the gruff grunting of wild boar not always seen but their presence felt in eerie shadows. I walk the glitters and glistens of cobweb lace, take the quiet in eager gulps awash in the grace of growth. The watching eye of wise Owl looks as if to say you lucky bastard, blinks and could not give a hoot. I parade in happiness and content dismissal of the inane world outside natures blanket, for I have seen the effects of of the two legged beast with his devouring heart, full of greed and broken promises. No this is the pace I wish to bear, carry for the rest of my natural days, where the seeds are scattered idyllic by a soft and gentle hand. I will tread silently this woodland created by time and tranquillity and try to avoid the guilt of disturbance.