~ 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