Bluebell Woods
By Victoria Rose.
I walked in the woods today,
Over the tangled roots,
My feet on the earth,
Ancestral footprints tingling beneath my toes.
The sweet scent of bluebells intertwined with the woody aroma of pine trees,
birthing an intoxicating fragrance, that gently lulled my mind in to a meditative state.
My eyes, mesmerised by the beauty,
feasting on the buffet of colours,
the vibrant purple of the bluebells,
the woven green hues of the grass and trees,
the luminous yellow of buttercups.
I take a deep breath and marvel at the astounding magic of this place.
A babbling brook, the rush of a river, united, make a gentle bass for joyous birdsong.
My heart beat drums along with natures rhythm and in that moment, we are one.
Seedlings dance in the breeze, on the path before me,
on their sacred journey of creation.
I sit on a log and my mind begins to question,
how I ever doubted that the earth itself, is in fact,
Heaven.
鈴蘭林地
(筆者自譯)
今天我走進(jìn)
盤根錯(cuò)節(jié)的森林里
我的腳觸到泥土上
腳趾間悸動(dòng)著
祖先的印記
鈴蘭花甜蜜的氣息
混合著松樹木質(zhì)的清香
產(chǎn)生一種沁人心脾的芬芳
使我漸漸陷入一種冥想狀態(tài)
被美景催眠的眼睛
享用著七彩顏色的饕餮盛宴
哦禾进，鈴蘭花兒的亮紫
樹與草木斑駁參差的綠
金鳳花的明黃
我不由深呼吸一口，驚詫于
此地動(dòng)人心魄的魔法
小溪的潺湲聲删壮，河流的奔騰聲
則是歡快鳥鳴聲的最佳背景音
我的心打著鼓赏胚，伴隨著大自然的韻律
在那一刻氮凝，我與自然合二為一
秧苗在微風(fēng)中起舞
在我眼前的小道上
在他們神圣的創(chuàng)作之旅上
我坐在一根木頭上们豌，意識(shí)開始提問
我納悶树碱，也許事實(shí)上，
地球本身就是天堂
