I part the out-thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.
One of my favourite places to visit is Ashenbank Woods… I don’t know about you but when something is on your mind or you have a worry.. to go to a place that is silent and free and a place where you can gather your thoughts… is the best medicine money can buy?
I love the silence of woodland areas. I love to hear the birds chirping through the silent trees. And I love the sound of the rustling of the leaves as the wind rushes through the silent woodland. Woodland is to me is silent of man-made noises…
Entered into Fandango’s FOWC Challenge – Silent
Your Daily Word Prompt – Foliage
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