Walking in Woodland

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