Woodland Tapestry

Completely untamed, an old shadowy woodland where the trees tell a story, a story of what’s been. 
It’s December and the afternoon sun glows through the wilted eucalyptus trees. 
As dusk falls, the wind against my face is laced with a thick Eucalyptus floral bouquet.
The leaves dance to the winds loud song, tumbling , twisting and twirling as they fall and gracefully kiss the mossy woodland carpet down below.  
I see majestic gum trees with bent old boughs. 
The oldest trees like noble giants, keeping a gentle eye over the goings on far below.
The creaking of branches and the rustling of leaves as the birds sing their chorus and crickets chirp the song of Summer.
A euphonious melody.
I lift my face letting the ethereal glow of light dance across my skin like a heavenly ballet. 
I delight in the sound of my feet sliding through the leaves,  the Illawarra Woodland, a threatened habitat, a glorious tapestry of endless exploration..