butterflies dance light in the sky old brown leaves float downstream |
light between larch trees the overlapping echoes of childrens’ voices |
animals come out from hibernation until grass sways with the slow wind |
yellow-purple-white flowers growing slowly getting scared of the dark |
roots spread everywhere along the path a line of soft, silky feathers |
touched rough bark under the bark were slaters and other creatures |
baby frogs front flip into a bubbly red pool |
walking over broken branches smooth bluebells stand tall |
a tree stump has fallen over red squirrels climb |
from the white skeletons of leaves a smell of mint |
a camouflage frog amongst dead leaves slimy green moss |
water is banging off the rocks hardly |
smelt resin it felt sticky | midges hover over the sound of people talking |