Amid a sea of wild garlic
Carpeting the forest floor
Like winter snow,
Its pungent aroma
Wafting through the air,
I walk alone.

The buzzing of bustling bumblebees
Lazily they drone around me
As they hover from flower to flower
Flying over blankets of bluebells.

Humans can't see the resplendent
Cities within the forest glade.
When the predators depart,
Pixies come out to play
In carriages drawn by badgers
To sing and dance the night away.

When I caress Mother Nature's
Wizened bark,
An ancient oak from which
All life springs,
A butterfly lands on my palm,
Smiling at me.