Poetry

Mystical Trees

Mystical trees, 
Explode from the earth 
Showering the lower sky 
With their outstretched arms. 
Lungs of this realm  
Give back to us our need for air, 
Without thought 
Built in to their nature. 
Reaching for light  
Absorbing the very elements. 

“The kestrel….Waits and waits and waits in silence and then it pounces or it doesn’t. If it doesn’t pounce it just goes away, it thinks again, it thinks of somewhere else it can go and stalk it’s prey. It just always reminds me do you know sometimes in life we need that patience, we need that just sitting and waiting  and working out what we want and if we don’t get it move on and do it again“.

Liane Holdsworth RSPB
Transcript taken from BBC Sounds Tweet Take 5

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