In an unruly, extravagant wild,

weathered golden rocks crown a precious land.

Bluebells burst through scrub, moss and brambles.

Nests are built and slept in, 

oft times disturbed by approaching footsteps.

The occupants rise up in startled flight,

Roots stir, a greening bud opens and

you are held in awe of a tiny flower, 

unaware of its presence

until it comes upon its beauty

with the connection felt.

 

Photo taken on Great Saltee Island, Wexford –  by Teri Flynn (MaskedNative)