The sky had that blueness
\nForget-me-knots they
\nLike fairies hold hands
\nAnd seemingly play
\nStretching their woad like
\nLittleness too
\nSupporting each other
\nIn all that they do
\nEach happy face
\nStaring into the sun
\nOverwhelmed by the Spring time
\nAnd how it\u2019s all sprung
\nInto life this here morning.
\nWith my sun sachet, I
\nCarried it knowingly
\nEnergy high<\/p>\n
I lifted the latch
\nand went into the wood
\nWith my energy source
\nI had made and it should
\nHold me in good stead
\njust pulsing away
\nI felt my potential
\nWas with me today
\nThe light is distinct
\nReally fighting shy
\nSome trees in leaf
\nEach wanting the sky
\nNeeding the sunlight
\nFor garlands to grow
\nUnder meandering branches
\nAching below<\/p>\n
Still in a state of rest
\nTheir silence a hush
\nSequestered secluded
\nThe shadows the blush
\nUnhurried and airless
\nUnblinking, I know
\nExposed to the artistic
\nWonders below
\nSword like shafts
\nPlunge causing phantoms to be
\nSwaggering everywhere
\nWanting to see
\nThe green under cover
\nWhose tranquillized leaves
\nGasp at the new light
\nAnd all it achieves<\/p>\n
In such a wood
\nthe shrub layer may
\nPlay host to many
\na ramson display
\nThe scent of garlic
\na psyche of sorts
\nTake a deep breath
\nand it enters ones thoughts
\nEnchanters nightshade
\nand mosses galore
\nOn fallen ash branches
\nAll over the floor
\nMany trees leafless
\nThe Beeches of lace
\nDelicate from rising saps
\nOh! The grace
\nof it all
\nTheir transformation it\u2019s here
\nFood gets to the buds
\nThat thrust is now clear<\/p>\n
The soil is now warmer
\nAnd Physical pressure
\nThe power it\u2019s within
\nAll of that energy
\nIt does begin
\nto push the sap upwards
\nThe glorification
\nOf Nature behold
\nCan\u2019t you feel that elation
\nOn a sunny bank
\nThe Lesser Celandine
\nIt\u2019s sensitivity
\nIt loves the sun shine
\nAnd It opens its blossoms
\nGolden and glowing
\nBut should the light fail
\nIt is all knowing
\nAt night when it sleeps
\nThe gold it is hidden
\nAnd if it should rain
\nIn a way that\u2019s forbidden
\nDespite waxy leaves
\nIt still loves to be
\nKissed by the sun
\nIn a true reverie<\/p>\n
Hello Angel I heard a voice say
\nIt was a fallow Deer
\nA cervidae
\nGraceful and elegant
\nDignified too
\nDear Mrs Deer how do you do?
\nI love eating green grass
\nAnd what about you?
\nI wear my blue dress
\nWhich helps me to see
\nAnd talk to the creatures
\nLike you magically
\nSuch wonderful antlers
\nFlat and supreme
\nWhen you glide through
\nThe forest
\nHow does it seem
\nYour vigour and fervour
\nEach spirited dance
\nI wish I could join you
\nIf I had the chance
\nOne moment she was with me
\nAnd in a flash
\nShe was gone
\nSo insistent on making a dash
\nShy timid creatures
\nJust upped and went
\nSo beautifully Balanced
\nAnd clearly content<\/p>\n
Twit too woo twit to woo
\nA cute Tawny Owl beautiful markings
\nHow do you do?
\nPerched high up there
\nReady to fly
\nAnd To drop like a stone
\nOut of the sky
\nTo grab a wee mouse
\nAnd swallow it whole
\nDentists don\u2019t feature
\nIn owl lives dear soul
\nWhere Silence is golden
\nTheir feathers so soft
\nDeep meditation
\nWhile they are aloft
\nScurrying rodents
\nJust turn them on
\nWhen they drop it\u2019s all over
\nAnd the mice are gone<\/p>\n
What do they taste of
\nPray tell me will you ?
\nWe don\u2019t have tastebuds
\nReally it\u2019s true
\nWe swallow our prey alive
\nIt\u2019s wiggles we feel
\nThat\u2019s is the best part
\nOf a any live meal
\nAnd she was aloft too
\nGone in a flash
\nand I was alone again
\nLife\u2019s one mad dash
\nI thought I would sit down
\nAnd magick away
\nall that had Happened
\nIn my blue dress today<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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