these woods have stood majestic for
more years than i will ever know and
saplings grown from scattered seed
are keen to stretch their necks to grow
taller taller to the height
where they can touch the stars at night
see copper-coloured leaves float down
another layer move on by
then soon a clearing starved of trees
where i can view a cloudless sky
higher higher on the wing
the Red Kites soar what joy they bring
i can but hope this place remains
for generations yet to come
for here is where my senses feel
acute in truth my song is sung
louder louder hear it clear
with each and every passing year