Let me take your
little hand in mine & I shall walk you,
Through that very
magical place called the deep forest.
We shall wend our
quiet way down petal strewn lanes,
Beneath a canopy
of greens, reds, bronze & old golds,
Of mistletoed
trees, beech, larch & oaks older than you & I.
I shall show you
shivered-skinned streams of silver salmon,
And ponds where
ugly ducklings become beautiful swans,
Secret pools where
otters play & jeweled kingfishers dip & sip.
We´ll see Groves
where Druids pray & witches cast their spells.
Bluebells,
daffodils & poppies shall follow in our still footsteps,
Dragonflies &
butterflies in floral gowns will kiss our cheeks in passing,
And we shall
quench our thirst with dewdrops & sup on cep & cress.
The tiny folk,
pixies, gnomes, elves & fairies garbed in dress of ferns,
They will offer us
nutmeg biscuits & wild honey in tiny acorn cups.
We shall peep at
all world´s creatures, all hiding, skulking, peeping,
Scuttling &
whispering their secrets, silent in their promised keeping.
All life´s
mysteries you´ll find in this forest, look, listen, heed them well,
You shall guard
& put them deep within the pocket of your little soul,
And when I walk
you back to your world of your so-called normality,
You shall be
changed forever & shall be until you are very, very old.
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