Saturday, 31 March 2012

~ A Child of the Woods ~

Born a child of the woods
where trees were my mother
green leaves my father;
the creatures my siblings, 
our playmate ~ the river ~
where days were spent collecting stones,
floating leaves, gathering twigs;
taking strolls through bordering fields
filled with meadowsweet ~
stretching out on this Queen of the Meadows
~ releasing her honied scent 
and dancing with butterflies ~
arms spread wide, then flung in a hug
around an Oak,
a Beech,
an Alder,
a Birch.
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4th March, 2012

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