Under canopy of creaking redwoods older than god
Branches swing tumbling to the forest floor
Deafening silent clouds hang high above the forest floor cast dancing shadows playing tricks on the eyes but opening imagination
Softly steps a single doe making way safely for her spotted fawn
Brambles of bursting blackberries provide haven for a herd of foraging rabbits oblivious to the thorns they bound through here and fro
Huddling in nature’s glory….
There is a peace here among wooded unbeaten paths.
One magical and true revelation appears:
This
Is
Spring.