A Rare Place

~~~~ He wandered far from the well trodden path into the forest dense. Tall trees, that spread under a canopy of gold and green, allowed the late afternoon sun to pierce the tiny gaps between the foliage. Reflecting shafts of milky white vapour like heavenly arrows of silken gauze arising way beyond the highest tree. The air was silent, only nature breathed. The man sat down beside a grassy knoll his body resting on the gentle slope. Unburdened by the cares of day, he slept. ~~~~ Margaret Foster Written. 3rd September 2014