Children read books of fantasy and delight
of hidden secret chambers to enter where
suddenly they are in a transporting
environment of living green benevolently
embraced by giant old trees whose leaves
gleam translucently emerald, the sun a
magnificent diamond of light and warmth
and every step along a softly cushioned floor
of leafy mould brings them to a pause of wonder
at bright floral heads nodding in a gentle breeze.
You were that child, you were once in nature's
soft embrace and she offered you jewels of the
forest to touch tenderly, the fragrance of spring
tickling your nose, your feet sinking into the
leafmass of generations of forest renewal. You
are still the child that nature invited for that
gesture is a permanent fixture in your life merely
temporarily set aside. You may enter the serene
environs of that forest at your leisure, for nothing
has changed and there you will find those jewels
the emerald foliage, the ruby blossoms, the sapphire
sky and the diamond sun all awaiting your return.
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