Coming Back

It was raining heavy last night. I was so much longing to come back to the magic of Newlands Forest and the rain did not keep me away.

Water brings out the color. Everything looks clearer.

An ancient tortoise appears.

Trees making love.

Magic eyes are watching.

A tree gently touching itself in quiet pleasure.

Moss grows like pubic hair.

Monsters are crawling through the wood.

Between the trees I can look into a magic world.

There is a walk way in the distance leading out of the past.

A past full of destruction and chaos...

gets washed away. Water is gushing down the mountain. 

New life grows out of the old. Change is coming.

Spring presses out new growth....

and the first flowers enjoy the wetness.

I love this forest, the tall eucalyptus just as much as the magic of the Fernwood trail.

This forest speaks to me and I will be back to listen soon again.