The Woodland Dragon

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Mysteries dwell in the forest,
Alive and waiting to be found,
Like a dragon
That waves with the wind,
Climbing from the hidden caves.
When you see it, your mind blocks it,
The rational attempting
To shut it out.
It’s too big, too fantastic,
Too beautiful.
It’s alive and thriving,
Except for the winter months
When it hibernates,
Escaping the dead and decaying.
In the spring,
It brings about the buds
And signs of new life.
In the summer, it basks
In the radiant sunlight
And the wild and colorful
Forest floor.
In the fall,
It flies with the fire
clinging to the limbs,
the reds, the yellows, the browns.
It makes its final dance
Before settling in for a long sleep.
Do you marvel at the beauty
Of the forest while denying the hand
Behind the scenes,
Crafting each new season?
Look beyond reason.