Woodlands
The shadows of English oaks
Are tracing the wind.
We enter the woodlands
Another world:
Away from the traffic and bustling roads
An ancient feeling it evokes:
Primal yet evolved
This is where we: the human race
Are from:
the woodland!
Not from the paradise
As the holy books advocate!
The centuries old trees tall
And covered in mold.
The ivy wrapping their slender arms
Around the mighty aspens and oaks:
Tender like babes cuddling their mummies.
The undergrowth is full with dark mysteries:
Unexplored:
Almost.
It cossets many lives in its dark bosom
Worms. Vermin and rodents
A habitat repulsive yet necessary.
Decaying leaves and mold.
The sound of green parrots
The new welcomed residents of London
Emerald delights!
And fungi of many hues and kinds.
Red is my favourite!
Red fungi from the fairy-tales.
Rare, delicate yet deadly to touch.
So we take a photo
And show to friends.
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