Through the Ferns
Among the ferns, in shaded glens, Where mossy carpets lie, The whispering breeze like old, dear friends Muses of days gone by.
The dappled light, the soft embrace Of leaf and bough above, Invites us to a quiet space, Replete with nature’s love.
The insects hum a secret tune, The forest breathes a sigh; As gentle as the rising moon That sails across the sky.
Here let me dwell, in love entwined, With every fragrant breath; For in this haven warm and kind, I find the peace of death.
- M H McGlashan