Patient and tempered in Summer's heat the forest floor holds its wonders in warm beds that silently never rest.
When golden canopies catch popping pine cones falling from soaring needled branches, we wander cooled for hours in Autumn's air.
Life breathes along paths and moss carpets tucked into secret rooms where fairies ring recklessly around roots and stumps.
Leftover leaves crunch under Winter's footsteps in mosaic music mustering mulch while protecting precious sleeping pretties.
Sun strokes strengthen and ferns freely fiddle about trails and trunks reveling Spring's arrival to the gardens in woodlands.
Suzanne S. Edney 2010
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