Cascading through the tall, lean monumental pines, the sun greets the earth once more.
Shadows creep gently and where the light hits, spider’s webs are illuminated; shiny and vast,
their networks revealed, their artistic offerings admired by those quiet enough to notice
such small, beautiful accomplishments.
A woodpecker drums through the morning air and awakens a small red bundle of fun,
Not long into this world, nestled in the heart of the great pine, this small creature awakens briefly,
Not long after, he is huddled again, breathing deeply in the warmth of the drey.
Lichen hangs as beautifully as bridal lace.
A sign of purity in the air, and a sight to behold through shards of soft sunlight, each piece held to it’s
master by delicate, intricate lime threads.
Through the trees a red squirrel can be heard, erupting.
Chirruping noisily through the trees, announcing her intent for a busy morning of foraging whilst the
Earth is warm and soft.
Systematically she climbs down the tall pine, each movement disturbing the elegant skins of the
Scottish greats, mini bark avalanches trickle down the trees.
Cautiously at first, she starts to inspect the flora and fungi of the woodland floor.
Sniffing, scratching, burying, leaping, eating, rolling and climbing ensures over the next wee while.
Back in the tree tops, a silhouette leaps from branch to branch, a well trained and perfectly balanced
Acrobat, the branches sway softly from her energy
She stops, in a large fork of the old Oak.
She grooms her shiny coat and preens her tail.
As she cleans, her eyes start to droop and gradually she dozes off, upright in the fragrant woods
Which she calls home. Her tail gradually lowers over her head, providing a sunshade as she sleeps.
And for a small time, there is still.
Only the sun creeps upwards in the sky.