Where woodland meets wetland and wild waters flow, a thousand small wonders are waiting below. Through cedar and cattail, through sunshine and shade, the forest keeps secrets where old trails are laid. A warbler sings softly, a woodpecker drums, while wind through the branches announces who comes. The marsh holds its breath as the herons take flight, and dragonflies shimmer in warm morning light. Where ancient beach ridges lie hidden from view, the land tells a story both weathered and true. Through swales and old dunes where the wildflowers grow, the footsteps of ages lie buried below. So wander the boardwalk, let curious feet roam, where creatures of woodland and wetland find home. Look close at the moss, lift your eyes to the trees, there’s life in the water and songs on the breeze. Where roots hold the earth and the old waters run, let shadows grow long in the late afternoon. Take only memories, let wild wonders prevail, leave only your tracks as you wander the trail. Peace. Piece. Peas. Mr E & Justin Thyme
