After a walk in Dunvegan woods I was inspired to write this poem “Dancing Ferns“. Here is an excerpt.
Uncoiling their fronds and growing up high,
They tremble and quiver and reach for the sky.
Leaves like lace adorning the gloom,
Sweep through the wood like a magical broom.
Acid-green leaves, such a vibrant sight,
Filling the woods with emerald light.
A swaying dance the audience can see,
A spectacular show, natural and free.