time turns in the trees

twisting sticks and clicks

as if pendulums swaying

below old oaken clocks

light and shadow are playing

and making a scene

young rivers cascading

over pebbles and rocks

forest floor saturating

in all shades of green

we run and we play

a unique paradox

steal moments together

lie down in the heather

in this grove we will stay

steady wolf – clever fox

~j.d.schofield