Chapter Nine
No.130
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The Vow Beneath The Canopy
The heathland did not beckon...
It waited.
Like the Forest itself,
Rooted in centuries and ready to receive.
You arrived with no conquest,
No entitled claim.
Only breath as signature,
The hush of trees as witness.
Not a winner,
But a steward.
Where sauna breath meets memory,
And heated pool reflects ancestral tides.
Seeds murmur in raised beds
Forgive everything.
Stone paths turn to welcome,
The cinema remembers dreams not yet told.
You did not knock.
The house blinked awake.
Its windows, soft as dusk,
Already knew: this was not luck.
This was a return.
The land does not boast,
But roots you in vow.
It does not grant wishes...
Only listens long enough...
For you to become one,
You are the key to this land.
The heathland did not beckon...
It waited.
Like the Forest itself,
Rooted in centuries and ready to receive.
You arrived with no conquest,
No entitled claim.
Only breath as signature,
The hush of trees as witness.
Not a winner,
But a steward.
Where sauna breath meets memory,
And heated pool reflects ancestral tides.
Seeds murmur in raised beds
Forgive everything.
Stone paths turn to welcome,
The cinema remembers dreams not yet told.
You did not knock.
The house blinked awake.
Its windows, soft as dusk,
Already knew: this was not luck.
This was a return.
The land does not boast,
But roots you in vow.
It does not grant wishes...
Only listens long enough...
For you to become one,
You are the key to this land.
Author: Nigel G Wilcox 24:08.25
New Forest National Nature Reserve
New Forest National Nature Reserve