High skies and a light breeze.
An oak holds its breath, while a tree creeper sweep the deep furrows.
Church bells in the distance blends, with a bullfinch’s cautious call.
I take a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air mixed with the delicate fragrance of sorrel.
A slight breeze awakens the oak, the tree creeper disappears around a corner,
I disappear down the path, rested and happy.
Hanna Greenwood
Happy walk to all of you.
HANNA'S WALK 
Hello Hanna, your post is wonderful. The tree is magnificent and the poem very beautiful… Thank you very much.
All the best.
Hi Isabel. Inspiration comes from nature 🙂
It’s amazing how many levels and colours there exist in an oak tree and how many birds who benefit from the rough surface of the bark.
Saludos,
Hanna
Excellent.
Thanks, rabirius!
That’s a wonderful picture. I enjoyed the poem as well.
Alen
Thank you, Alen. Trees are amazing things ❤ 🙂
Impressive tones, Hanna!!!!!
Thank you, Jacint. Impressive oak that is 🙂