The Wild in My Mind

Faires could live here...

Little lights in warm glows

Amidst the green of

rough

spongy

velvety

softness

brown stability

that bends and sways

Lights that flit

Light that is green

filtering through the brown

emerald

jade...softness

up, around, through, under,

tiny paths

that wind

little steps

hand rails

balconies

windows

paned with atom thin glass

arching, spanning bridges over

deep gorges

filled with

pure

colourless

colorful

liquid

water, rushing and trickling

in streams, rivers...

If they live, sleep, fly in this

towering canopy

deep undergrowth

we may, possilby, not or...

glimpse or perceive,

comprehend, these presences, spirits,

beings, creatures that breathe like all existences...

here in the deep green woods.