Standing silent in the forest.
A magical green carpet on the river bank.
Good company in the forest glade.
A quiet ceremony beneath the laurel.
Spawn of an ancient time.
A life below.
A marvel of lushness below, where haircap moss lifts its beaked capsules into the understory.
Establishing an outpost.
Captivation by wild morning glory, a welcome fate.
A ceremony for midsummer.