The crunch of the beech forest beneath my feet

Provides me with a welcome treat

As I take my seat

Leaves rustling in the breeze.

Sunlight twinkling between the trees

The moon is behind my eyes

Waiting to rise

I hear Firecrest high in the pines

Their bright orange crests are sun in my eyes

Sun shines

I reach to hold the tree nearest to me

Feel its energy

Setting me free

And I breathe with a beat 

of the Earth 

beneath my feet

And I feel the spirits winding round and round

I stand and gather the energy

into my Qi 

as I make no sound

But in my head

I hear my recorder playing

Tuneful frivolity filling the space

This is a magical place

I have a smile on my face

And I dance to the tune

Of the rising moon