There was a time
When i would walk
Through ashridge and might sit
Down beside a fallen tree
And think, just think a bit
Quietly be reflecting
Hopeful I might see
A deer or perhaps a muncjac
Who might come
and share with me
They do you know
if you stay quietly
Thinking seeing all
They come
and they might stare a while
Trying to overhaul
The senses they were given
It has happened to me
Just look into their souls awhile
And really to be
In touch sith their emotions
Eye to eye a mind
Clearly with such clarity
Easy to unwind
Feel the breeze
and hear the sounds
Of the rattle of the boughs
Of the squirrels clambering
up the trunks
In their purpose built towers
Just a thought that came to me in the forest
One day