In The Forest Poem by Margaret O Driscoll

Unspoilt, unique, a soulful place,
ancient oaks all around
Scattered acorns sprouting shoots,
new life emerging from the ground

I touch the parchment bark of birch
Its leaves shimmering in the breeze
My spirit soars in the forest glade
Resurrected there among the trees

It takes me back to another time,
the harmony of it all
I stand transfixed in the forest deep
when I hear a cuckoo call

Periwinkles blue as the sky above
look up from the forest floor
Entwined with white wood anemones
In my mind's eye for evermore