The blue dress saga 1

My dress feels really something else
It’s so magical and free
Clinging to my figure
It so really does suit me
It has a peaceful energy
Symbolising constancy
And I get some thought transference
As if it’s really alchemy

A panoply of cover plants
Awaits me in the woods
Where life there feels connected
And stands ready with the goods
Genuine and attested
In point of fact
When I
wear my blue dress
in the woods
I am really on a high

It’s as if a special being
An essentialness to all
The wild souls then they notice me
As if I Am walking tall
Gliding over dappled paths
Where Shrew and Hedgehog stray
Watching for the owl
and badger boys
To make their play

A high price
for their smallness
They communicate to me
And with my magical blue dress
I hear them constantly
And understand their pleading
In every wooded scene
All the ramifications
That really have ever been

Everywhere is laden
with greenery galore
Companions every one of them
And none shall I ignore
To human eyes
a tangle of branches everywhere
Ivy struggling higher
it’s strangle hold
Unfair

intricate and elaborate
Shambolic to a tee
Unconventional sculpting
But With personality
Every flying insect
Concentrates the mind
Their wings create the
Rhythm hum
For battalions left behind

Countless endless energies
Wafts of wasps and bees
That over run and overwhelm
And represent the keys
That unlock a powerful spirit
An everlasting way
The Evidence is out there
More so every day

The marching of the mighty
That swarm from tree to tree
The newness and the freshness
The ground force constantly
Youth and age together
Both growing to their peak
Intertwinement intricacy
Where the eyes of March now seek

That vital spark and artery
In the land of living
Personified
By light of day
The brightness we are giving
Where so many hide
manifesting hope and credibility
For they
Realise the stillness
At the end of every day

The unshakeable opinion
The fox the badger who
Are out there in the silence
Part of the wild crew
They lack the supervision
But they give a true desire
Of wildness and of peacefulness
Along with reasoned fire

Hunted for their fur and hair
A treachery abroad
Where the unpredictable happens
The hunter can afford
The undefinable notion
Of a chase perhaps where he
And his dogs and all of life on earth
Becomes a travesty

I see so much
And feel it too
The affirmative it’s here
intuition seemingly
Overcoming fear
Which is how the animals
Manage
The inference they hold
How they make decisions
And learn how to be bold

With credence and conviction
And unshakable belief
They trust in every thought they have
And receive the relief
The consensus and the harmony
Supporting all they do
Decisions thus are driven
On a wavelength that feels true

So much of this I could never know
A kind of invisibility
That gives me prowess to deduce
And actually now see
The inner workings of the mind
Of animals who be
Closer to the human
In their vicinity

My blue dress clearly magical
Giving me insight
And consciousness
That savvy and know how
That feels right
What is authenticity
hallmarked so to say
Undeniably literal
In the cool light of the day.