I lie here in my hedged-in garden,
forest bathing,
soaking up
the sic sounds of nature craving,
wrapping myself in heat,
leaves, grass cuttings, and dirt favouring
the way we were created.
My bouncy body drips with sweat,
washing the day's work off, leaving
space for new memories to be created;
garden painting, ivy-wall plaiting, sound-scape-skating,
embracing all the mysteries of nature,
even that lithe lizard that let out little ones, populating!
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 9:52 PM UTC
I lie here in my hedged-in garden,
forest bathing,
soaking up
the sic sounds of nature craving,
wrapping myself in heat,
leaves, grass cuttings, and dirt favouring
the way we were created.
My bouncy body drips with sweat,
washing the day's work off, leaving
space for new memories to be created;
garden painting, ivy-wall plaiting, sound-scape-skating,
embracing all the mysteries of nature,
even that lithe lizard that let out little ones, populating!
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