A Walk in the Woods

Crickets chirp and birds sing and cicadas chant a quiet rhythm. The woodland symphony is performing a private concert, and my ears revel in sound.  As I write this from my bed of ferns, a treetop squirrel joins the chorus, his soaring voice carrying the melody.

What a sight she is. Golden light shines through heavy branches. Verdant mosses cover little bits of tree and floor. Vulnerable new growth takes its first glance at the sun. 

This is my paradise. Read the rest on Verity Varee.