In Castle Eden Dene

I follow the rugged path deep into the Dene
Walk among wood anemones on a carpet of green
I watch dancing sunbeams dart between swaying trees
Breathe in the fragrance of the woodland breeze

I roam among stately oaks, magnificent and strong
Then stand silent to hear a linnet in full song
I catch sight of a red squirrel but no Argus butterfly
I find wild strawberries and lose count of numerous fungi

I jump on moss-covered stones, over the flowing stream
Laze idly on the bank side, do nothing but dream
I wander through ancient yews, gnarled ash, and purple-leaved sycamore
Then look under rotting logs for insects by the score

See, this place is now quiet the sky is overcast

We should go home, the time has flown so fast
When I return, will you come with me?
It's no secret at all- this magic is for free!

Vera R. Bradley