day four, Liz Mahood

I sit

in the Bimblebox forest

Wiregrass and white ant castles

glow in the afternoon light

In the distance a faint but growing sound

Faraway trees dance to the winds song

The leafy top storey ripples

Like a wave rushing towards me

Rushes and roars right over me

Branches bending leaves dancing

Grasses twisting and bowing

Powerful

Invisible

Magical

The wind

Carrying secret messages to untold places

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