The moment you enter the woods, wonders emerge.
Blue microneurae playing hover-on-the-path.
Odours, tangy, from the womb of the Earth,
fermented hay meeting sweet leafy freshness.
Sunlit patches adorning the forest with light, the symbol of life
on the acid yet fertile, peaceful soil. A shelter for every soul.
We have not forgotten the sense of danger
taught to us by thousands and thousands of years
of shunning bramble-lined thickets.
Yet fear is encased in vivid solidity, base of the world.
Sparrows hopping along with me, red kites sailing on the fringe of the green:
Mehr von sowat findet Ihr hier.