Worlds

Worlds written by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

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    Through the pale green forest of tall bracken-stalks,
    Whose interwoven fronds, a jade-green sky,
    Above me glimmer, infinitely high,
    Towards my giant hand a beetle walks
    In glistening emerald mail; and as I lie
    Watching his progress through huge grassy blades
    And over pebble boulders, my own world fades
    And shrinks to the vision of a beetle's eye.

    Within that forest world of twilight green
    Ambushed with unknown perils, one endless day
    I travel down the beetle-trail between
    Huge glossy boles through green infinity ...
    Till flashes a glimpse of blue sea through the bracken asway,
    And my world is again a tumult of windy sea.

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