The Greenwood

I love the enchantment

of the Greenwood

I trawl through the wild flowers

I lie among the reed beds

I drink from the lush leaves

to see the ants

building their empires

to watch the robins

fornicating

to hear the tree sisters

singing their love songs

this is where we belong

not in our cruel, dead castles

not within our walls of stone

not in our iron halls