Verdant mosses swiftly spreading
Over rocks soft-foot treading

Little turtle-necked boletus
Escaping the soils clutches
Drinking the sun’s warm light

Dripping trickles of water pure
Tongue flooding
Mind filling
Forest’s music undying

Sentry eyes peering over
Folia of twig entangled arms
Scanning the ground below
For movement to break
The forest silence