Pengana Cave (The Lost World)

Filtered light tickling the ferns,

scalloped spider webs intrinsically delicate

yet so strong,

dancing beneath the light.

Through the gentle breeze,

moss, like an old man’s beard,

delicately drapes across trees.

Layers of limestone meet quartz,

telling stories of past floods and high water.

The emerald, green moss is a soft cushion

begging to be touched.

Tannin-coloured water flows at its base,

twisting and twirling through

ancient logs and over smooth rocks.

Walls loom in closer,

light intensifies,

vivid green ferns dangle above.

Complete randomness creating the perfectly imperfect.

Natures church.

Natures sanctuary.