The undergrowth is a world of its own.
No matter how short a human is when looking down to the ground we have to crouch and bend.
Our feet crunch,squeeze,scruch and step over a world of wonder.
In winter a carpet of fallen natural elements cover the busy ground with wonder.
Tree trunks show off the beauty of plant life that watches over winter.
Splashes of colour remind us that there is more to come.
A family of seeds stand tall while moss covers secrets of the underground.
Silence…a gift full of sounds and wisdom.
Holly B.F. Warren
Atelierista Artist Mind Wanderer Writer Optimist 