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)
Masked Native 
‘ … disturbed by approaching footsteps’
Captures that instinctive feeling of the knowable unknown.
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Thank you Tom, and I like your description of the ‘knowable unknown’, it’s quite immediate.
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Beautiful words and lovely photo. 🙂💜
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Awesome piece! Very well-written!
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Thank you Cherie, I appreciate your comment. I took a look at your blog, you are doing wonderful work x
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This means so much. Thank you! 🤗
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