my little eye

By clarebeme

In the woods...

..there grew a tree
And a fine, fine tree was he.

Just behind our campsite were woods full of lush, moss-covered trees and bird song, so much bird song. And no people. Absolute heaven.

Sat on a tree stump and watched and listened until a group of children arrived and changed it from a peaceful haven to an explorer's paradise. Room for everyone, just not at the same time!

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