Faded light delicately touched the earths floor. As if to give it a good morning kiss, the winds flowed down allowing the ferns that littered the ground to tremble.

The forest breathed good morning to the small creatures that emerged from the depths of the trees, the burrows and nest that lay hidden. Each tucked away in spots only the they and the wind knew. Birds awaken and sing the daily gossip ...

Calm where trees grow tall

Fresh fog gently covers all

To relax in peace...

I always enjoyed disappearing into these woods when the world became too much. The way the foliage seemed to wrap around me made me feel sheltered and secure. It was quiet, but buzzing just loud enough to remind me there was life hidden in the tall grass and overgrown brush, never alone. The ground shifted and crunched beneath my feet. Layers of autumns from years past creaking their joints for my...

Towering over are shade creators

Basking in glory of the sun

We stand small but are the nominaters

The tall ones stay still and never done

The wind whispers storys around

The tall ones branches stirring in admiration

Story’s bounce around and live

We stand short and blindly take

The whispers of the trees are so quiet

Although mighty, and all knowing

We stand short and unseeing

The wisdom aro...

Trickling water

flows deep within the base

Where the branches sprout

And the crickets shout

The foxes construct a den for the

Next of kin and the

Sun’s light whispers barely lay

Behind all the booming shade

Corners and creases are habitats,

Scattered with shells

Fallen from the sky life above

This ecosystem is a place many love...

I stepped into the forest, off the well kept path and had to adjust my eyes, as my vision was overtaken by darkness. I looked up, the sun straining, trying to leak beads of light through the thick canopy, her efforts denied. Sometimes night wins, even in the day....

In there; where your eyes see, where winds pass by, where creatures of all kind live on.

Gargantuan barks of wood and leaves follow towards the eternal light of the sun, such greedy plants aren’t they?

The grass, as high as they are, wish to be just as beautiful as their neighboring flowers born of aged, and hardened stem— yet all life is beautiful as long as they bathe under the light of the eter...

The sun’s prisms danced waltzes across the delicate leaves that went on for miles. It was as if flitting fairies had flicked their long and bony, yet elegant, fingers and dispersed glitter all over the woodlands. One would think it would be quiet and peaceful here to match the untouched dew and stillness, but they would be far off from right. If one listened closely enough, say behind a log, or un...

The trees seemed to sigh with me. They always do. A joint intake of breathe, a moment of stillness amongst the movement of the world outside. It’s vastness never scared me. An interlocking network of bramble and hawthorn, interrupted by precipes’ of oak, maple, pine. Beneath their ancient leaves is the only time I get to breathe. The only place where time slows to a manageable pace.

My chest rise...

I sat under the shade of the great oak trees as the midday sun beat through the slight gaps in the leaves.

It has been a long day and the stop to rest was much needed. An early start meant that I had been walking for 6 hours already and the view around me had hardly changed. The same dense forest and winding trail spotted with roots which seemed to trip you the second you took your eyes off them....