Across the misty morning meadow


Dew drops form in 

bracken pure,

Wild grass dance

in autumn breeze,

The song of the ancients 

sung by the trees,

The spinning spiders web

silk strand,

The breeze push the fly

mother nature lend a hand,

Dragonfly graces

water light,

Heron catches fish

hold on tight,

Root from tree

breaks fresh ground,

A deer it calls

wondrous sound,

Light dances

off water clear,

Frog break water push lily pad 


Dappled sunlight dances

unechoed and keen,

So much still unheard

so much never seen,

A flash in the forest

heartbreaking beauty like a dream,

So pure so spectacular

and always unseen….