Bluebell Woods

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.

铃兰林地

(笔者自译)

今天我走进

盘根错节的森林里

我的脚触到泥土上

脚趾间悸动着

祖先的印记

铃兰花甜蜜的气息

混合着松树木质的清香

产生一种沁人心脾的芬芳

使我渐渐陷入一种冥想状态

被美景催眠的眼睛

享用着七彩颜色的饕餮盛宴

哦，铃兰花儿的亮紫

树与草木斑驳参差的绿

金凤花的明黄

我不由深呼吸一口，惊诧于

此地动人心魄的魔法

小溪的潺湲声，河流的奔腾声

则是欢快鸟鸣声的最佳背景音

我的心打着鼓，伴随着大自然的韵律

在那一刻，我与自然合二为一

秧苗在微风中起舞

在我眼前的小道上

在他们神圣的创作之旅上

我坐在一根木头上，意识开始提问

我纳闷，也许事实上，

地球本身就是天堂