Deep in the woods lay a pile of leaves
all russet colours glinting and shining
flapping gently in the breeze like sleeves
what is there at the bottom in hiding?
I stir the pile and watch the scurrying
woodlice, beetles , a little crawly thing
a scary brown snake slithers off hissing
frighten off his meal of a tiny hatch-ling
And hidden secrets are where ever we look
turn over any stone and a host appear
what we find can depend on our outlook
if your mind's cloudy, it will be unclear
Open your eyes and see all the beauty
welcome in the visions of magic gladly
written 06/02/2013
contest Beauty
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