Hole In The Hedgerow

Birds never talk to me

But I listen to them sing

As they sing on without me

And bugs

On me they don’t even know I’m there

Lost in their own little worlds on me

As they live in them without me

And the grass

It springs back to hide any trace of my steps as I pass

Lightly as I can from tree to tree

As they tower above me

And I’m in nature and not on it

As it exists without me