Generous beneath the ferns, Shadows give way to softness; Among the dirt trails scattered, Golden drops come racing down— With every ray, light dances, Echoes through branches intertwined, Over mossy patches, its hue bright, And a blush from a flower reaches into uncharted,
Awaiting the touch of sunlight; Breath in the circle bends, Find those points where veils may shimmer, Between expectancy and relief— A dance that speaks into the softness of life, A weave that finds each thread, creating sequins of time.

• “Nature’s Dance”

• Laura Riding