Come with me this winter’s eve
Come, follow Inky’s steps,
There’s something treasured here to see –
A wonder that’s most dear to me.
We’ll meet at forest, combe and stream
Beyond the village gate
Explorers in the space between –
The loving murmurs of a dream.
Then take a path which Ackland gave
That leads around to forest cave,
There stillness wakes and silence stirs
Amidst the giant silver firs
As Darkness reaches to embrace
Queen’s daylight and her glowing face,
They’ll skip and dance and seem to fly
Across the vivid painted sky
While shadows dance to feathered song
We’ll breathe, connect, engage, belong –
And no doubt marvel as we stare
What is it that we see out there?
The dark of day, or twilight’s seam,
The stillness or the pause between?
It’s only when we come away
That long legs stretch and giants sway
Adrift in twilight, silver trees
Float whispers carried on a breeze
Between the mighty oak and beech,
They wink and glide just out of reach.
For as you raise your head to gaze
Upon the picture of this page
You may well wonder what you see …
The moving limbs of a wakeful tree?