26 April 2012
The air is still here
The tree tops move gently in the breeze that exists up there
The outside world is muffled by the densness of the canopy above
Birds can be heard chirping happily all around
A squirrel scrambles up a tree
The ground crunches beneath my feet
Pine cones crackle in the sunshine
The beams of light infiltrate down from the invisible sky above
A whole population of all sorts of hidden creatures great and small are here
Safe and happy far away from humankind
Peacefully living together in the sanctuary of the wood
Their secret place is safe with me
Alone In The Woods • Opuss № I