Whilst training today as a Dose of nature guide we were encouraged to sit and write for three minutes about something that we could see that took our attention. I wrote this which sounded like a poem as my pencil scribed:
Ash keys,
hanging at height,
clustered tightly together.
Dieing brown colour
almost sandy.
Held by threads of whispy branching.
Shaken by breeze,
together,
moving,
gently.
Holding on tightly
not letting go.
Holding
Holding
Holding