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.