I remember when I walked through an enchanted forest.
Would you like to come with me?
The Atmosphere is eerie.
The trees drip with moss and lichen as the vines twist and drape.
Leaves rustle and drip with moisture.
Undefined shuffling and whispering noises are all around.
Then the clear, sweet call of the Bellbird rings out.
I am in New Zealand
(This was meant to go into my “Memories are made of this” blog. Hope you will forgive me for this brief detour to NZ)