Within a wood

The gentle space,

Fertile air,

Dappled light,

Some here,

Some there

Textured trunks,

Shiny leaves,

Hiding moths,

That soon

May be

Quiet sounds,

All around,

Pierced by calls,

Snapped twigs

And more

The scents, the smells,

The sweet bluebells,

That time is bliss,

You should not miss,

A wander in a wood

~Mark Levitt