If you watch carefully you can see them.
They flit from tree to tree, the shadows they hide behind
But more worrying, is they are watching you.
They know where you are because in this glade
You are in their back yard.
Not that they will do you any harm
It’s more they want to protect what is theirs.
So they watch and ensure no harm comes to you
For if it did there would be consternation
As others would come, trample on what is precious
Upset their ecosystem, for everything you see
Has a purpose and a function.
You are a mere mortal human
With not the eyes nor the intellect
To understand the glade.
So tread carefully, know you are being watched,
Enjoy the tranquillity, rest in the shade
Those cooling breezes are them,
Fanning you, keeping you content and out of harms way.