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.
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