Walking through a wood allows you to observe minute details; the patterns on the bark, the sounds of the leaves rustling in the breeze or the fragrance from the pink purslane flowers drifting through the air. These small observations focus your mind on the “here and now” and “in the moment” making you feel alive in this tranquil and peaceful environment.
After my morning walk through the woods I was inspired to write this poem about the beautiful ferns lighting up the undergrowth. Here is an excerpt.
Uncoiling their fronds and growing up high,
They tremble and quiver and reach for the sky.
Leaves like lace adorning the gloom,
Sweep through the wood like a magical broom.
Acid-green plumes, such a vibrant sight,
Filling the woods with emerald light.
A swaying dance the audience can see,
A spectacular show, natural and free.