Woodland Dreaming

I do just love this poem by the talented Mr Hughes.

DiSAmBiGuaTiON

WWL

Come with me and let me show you where the woodland sleeps, deep down
Beneath its slowly breathing canopy in dreams of green and brown.
Here the trees hold conversations, whispers stretched across the years,
Bursting fairy rings in laughter, shedding pine cones for their tears,
And at their heart, the haunted glade, where you and I laid down our packs,
And dreamed of summer woodlands dreaming, whilst the woodlands dreamed us back.

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