by Willy Bendall

Created on: July 07, 2008   Last Updated: August 23, 2008

SANCTUARY WOOD

Beech trees like cathedral pillars soar
To vaulted ceilings oozing dapple-green,
Where twinkling sunlight, filt'ring to the floor
Dilutes the dusky darkness in between.

A concert hall, acoustically tuned
To amplify each tremorous touch of stick
On wood, where silent magic is cocooned,
Responding to the scuffled tap and tick

From scrunching undergrowth, where dusty death
And dried decay seep back to nature's store,
To resuscitate with pungent earthy breath
The spirit of the ferny forest floor.

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