Some love the bright light of the sun.
I prefer the light of the forest.
The light dance's over and through the tree's ,
casting a magic spell . . . turning what ever it touches into shadow .
Light and dark ,each surrendering to the other .
It invites us in to the other world.
A world of sparkeling light beams and darkness
A place of timlessness ..
A place to get lost in ,
away from all earthly cares.
Lark
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